Page 25 of Crossing the Line
“And a kiss,” he reminded her.
She grinned, the full on wattage again. “I like seeing this human side of you.”
“I’m not jealous, and I’m not human,” he argued.
When she said nothing, he felt compelled to solidify his argument. “You’re not my type. You’re too young. You’re…” he trailed off. He couldn’t think of another valid argument why he wouldn’t be jealous.
“A spoiled Hollywood princess?” Waverly supplied.
He winced when she threw his own words back at him. “Maybe that was a little harsh.”
She gave an unladylike snort. “Xavier ‘Calls Them As He Sees Them’ Saint. A. Of course, I’m not your type. You go for the girls who laugh at girls like me. B. I’m twenty. You make it sound like you’re seventy-eight.”
“I’m seven years older than you.”
“And you think that’ll stop you from admiring all this?” she teased, gesturing down at her dress.
“Shut up, Waverly.”
“Whatever you say, X,” she patted his arm. “You’re not my type either. Of course that doesn’t mean I don’t think you look incredible in that suit.”
He grunted.
“I’m going to go get another non-alcoholic beverage. Can I get you one?”
“No,” he grumbled. But he did watch her walk away.
What the hell was he doing?He was a professional. He didn’t get personally involved with his clients. Yet here he was pissed off because he wasn’t her type. He bet money that Dante Wrede was her type. The shiny golden boy oozing with charm and money.
“Mr. Saint?”
Embarrassed that he’d been caught staring at Waverly’s retreating ass, Xavier turned. It was one of the guards from downstairs.
“Jim,” Xavier greeted him with a nod. Jim looked like a very tall, very strong Stevie Wonder, but he spoke like a librarian in the stacks.
“We may have a sighting of that sub you briefed us on,” Jim said quietly.
Xavier felt a boost of adrenaline. “Is he still here?”
Jim nodded. “I came straight up. If you have time, you can confirm,” Jim said, gesturing toward the stairwell door behind them.
Xavier glanced at the door and back at Waverly who was engaged in another conversation, this time with the host of the ceremony and the man’s husband.
“I can keep an eye while you head down,” Jim offered.
“Let me introduce you first,” Xavier decided. Jim followed him across the room to Waverly. She took one look at Xavier’s face and smoothly excused herself.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Xavier assured her. “Waverly, this is Jim. He’s going to be hanging out up here with you for a few minutes, okay?”
“Hi, Jim,” Waverly said, distractedly offering her hand. “Where are you going?”
“Security downstairs may have spotted Ganim in the crowd.”
Waverly’s eyes widened. “Here? Wedding Dress Guy is here?”
“We don’t know for sure. I’m going down to see if I can spot him. I need you to stay here with Jim. Okay?”
