She doesn’t answer immediately, and her eyes flinch with something like anger.
Daisy pops back into the foyer. “Sly, you coming?”
“I’ll drop her where she needs to go.” I glance at Joselyn. “If that’s okay?”
She wavers a bit longer before giving a short answer. “Sure.”
An edge is in her voice, and I finally catch a glimpse of my feisty redhead.
Her cousin skips over and gives me a hug. “Night, Spence.” She turns to Joselyn and kisses her cheek. “I’ll call you.”
Daisy and Miles are gone, and I’m still waiting to see what Joselyn will say. She glances up at me and presses her lips into a decided smile. “No boyfriend.”
“In that case, I know where to get the best martini in town.”
“Lead the way.”
With pleasure.
* * *
“So what makes this the best martini in town?” Sly’s jacket is off, and her hair is soft over her broad shoulders.
She’s gorgeous, perched on a leather barstool in Nightcaps with that silk blouse giving me a teasing glimpse of her lace bra underneath.
Standing in front of her, I pass one of the two cone-shaped cocktail glasses to her. “For starters, they’re ice cold.” She takes the drink in both hands and gives it a little sip. Her eyebrows rise as I continue. “They use the precise amount of vermouth, and just a dash of olive juice.”
She takes another, bigger gulp, blue eyes wide. “Mm—I agree.”
Tilting her head back, she polishes off the entire thing then lifts the toothpick and pops the green olive in her mouth, chewing like it’s a piece of gum. “You’re right. That was a damn good martini.”
I almost laugh, but I narrow my eyes instead. “You’re supposed to savor it.”
“Can I have another?” Her eyes dance. “To savor?”
“Are you used to shooting straight vodka?”
“No.”
“I’ll get you another one, but only if you sip it this time.”
“I told you, I don’t like being bossed around.” The fire in her eyes heats my already simmering blood.
Stepping closer, I slide my hand along her narrow waist. “I don’t want you drunk tonight.”
She considers this before nodding. “Okay.”
Signaling the waitress, I order another then turn to study the creamy skin of her neck leading down to the luscious curve of her full breast taunting me from the V in her shirt. God, she’s gorgeous. I want to spend the night getting to know her so much better.
But first… “What happened to the boyfriend?”
Her eyes follow the olive as she traces it around the edge of her glass. “We broke up.”
“Good. He didn’t deserve you.”
A gorgeous smile spreads her full lips, and she shakes her head. “You never even saw him.”
“But I saw you. Any man who would leave you alone looking the way you did is a fucking idiot.”