Outfox - Page 21

“I see.”

She sensed there was more to his dismissive comment than the mere two words. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“Well, I think Jasper must be the most secure man I’ve ever met to let you go traveling the world on your own and be okay with it.”

“I didn’t ask his permission, so it’s not as though he lets me,” she said coolly. “And I didn’t say he was okay with it.”

“Then he’s not?”

“He is, but he keeps track of my itinerary.”

“So he knows where you are at any given time.”

“Yes.” Minutes earlier, she’d been thinking how glad she was to have avoided one of Jasper’s debriefings late last night. Now, she was defending his husbandly concern. “It only makes sense. It’s a safety precaution.”

“Me? I’d want to put a chip in your ear.”

Again Drex’s grin lightened the tenor of the conversation and relieved the tension inside her chest that had begun to collect. She had disliked having to justify Jasper’s vigilance over her schedule.

Drex looked toward the wheelhouse. “How long have you two been together?”

“Together, a year and a half. Married, eleven months.”

“That was a short courtship.”

“Relatively.”

“He must have swept you off your feet as soon as you met. How did you?”

“You wouldn’t believe it.”

He came back around to her. “Oh, no. Don’t tell me you found each other online.”

“Well, in a sense, but not on a match-up service. We corresponded by email for several weeks before we met in person.”

His eyebrows bobbed above his sunglasses. “Do tell.”

She laughed. “It’s not at all salacious. He’d booked a trip—domestic—through our office in Savannah. When he returned, he had a complaint about one of the hotels we’d booked him into, and wanted to take up the issue with the top dog.”

“That would be you.”

“He was given my email address. I looked into his complaint, and found that it had merit. I got him a full refund for that night. He was impressed by the excellent service.”

“And proceeded to email you flowery compliments for weeks.”

“Then gave me flowers for real.”

“Smoooooth. What did the card say?”

“There wasn’t a card. He drove from Savannah to Charleston to deliver the bouquet in person.”

He whistled softly. “Even smoother.”

“It was a change from being asked out via text.”

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