He looked at her as though she had lost her mind. “Five o’clock?”
“Yes.”
He thought again about the time he’d spent at the gym. He could do that a couple of days a week in the afternoons. No big deal. “All right.”
A frown drew Jocelyn’s brows together. He was being too agreeable and she was wondering what was going through his mind. “And you can’t arrive at the office before nine in the morning,” she decided to add just to cover all her bases.
She saw the defiance that sparked his eyes and grinned in spite of herself. He had only agreed to quit work at five because he’d intended to arrive at some ungodly hour every morning. She could tell he didn’t like that she was one step ahead of him.
“And next weekend, there’s a jazz festival in Memphis. You want to go have fun?” she asked, deciding to make him see that she meant business.
He shrugged. “Sure.” And then he asked, “When do I get to come up with some of our fun activities?” A gleam shone in the depths of his eyes. “I think we should take turns coming up with stuff.”
She nodded, thinking that would be only fair, but of course she would monitor the stuff he came up with. She knew men had a tendency to take advantage of what they perceived as a golden opportunity. “I don’t have a problem with that. Do you have something in mind?”
He smiled as he grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and slipped his arms in the sleeves. His gaze held hers when he said, “Yes, I have a few ideas.”
She lifted a brow. “Should I be worried?”
He chuckled. “Of course not. You’re going to have to trust me like I’m going to trust you.” He leaned over and kissed her again, slow, thorough, and as if he desperately needed the memory.
“Come walk me to the door,” he whispered and she shivered when his tongue snaked out and trailed a wet path from her lips to an area beneath her ear.
Jocelyn could barely walk up the steps on unsteady legs and knew that after Bas left it would take the rest of the night to recover from his visit.
“So, I take it Sebastian Steele found you last night.”
Jocelyn lifted her eyebrows and gazed across the breakfast table at her sister. Jocelyn had arrived at her father’s home a little more than thirty minutes ago to find Leah preparing breakfast. “What made you think he was looking for me?”
Leah smiled. “Because he came here first and then I directed him to your place. He’s a cutie.”
“Yes, he is,” Jocelyn muttered and went back to eating her meal.
Amused, Leah watched her sister. She knew Jocelyn wouldn’t volunteer any information so she decided to go ahead and pick it out of her. “So, are the two of you an item?”
The thought of that made Jocelyn choke on her toast and she quickly grabbed her glass of juice and took a gulp. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
Leah shrugged. “The obvious. He’s good-looking and so are you. He’s unattached and so are you. He’s—”
“What makes you think he’s unattached?” Jocelyn asked, setting down her juice glass.
Leah waved her left hand. “No ring. That’s a sure sign.”
“But not a concrete one.”
Leah’s eyes lifted. “You think he’s married?”
“No, I don’t think he’s married.”
“Then you think he has a girlfriend?”
“There’s that possibility.”
“Have you asked him about it?”
“No.”
“Then I most certainly will.”
“Why would you want to know?”
Leah rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to know for myself. I want to know for you.”
Jocelyn pushed her plate aside and leaned forward. “And why would you want to know for me?”
“Because you’re interested in him. I can tell.”
Jocelyn narrowed her eyes. “I hate to tell you that you’re wrong, but you are. I admit Bas is handsome, but he’s not my type.”
“If you say so.”
“I do, so let’s change the subject.”
“All right.”
Jocelyn didn’t miss how her sister’s lips curved in a smile. “So, did you decide whether you want to go to the jazz festival in Memphis this coming weekend? I invited Bas along.”