“Perfect. I think I’m almost done here. Do you want to email me the pictures, too?”
“No, those file sizes are huge. Just take the camera home with you. I’ll get it tomorrow.”
“If you’re sure…” She didn’t have any reason to stay now, and Olivia found herself standing awkwardly at the end of the bar, watching Jamie rinse glasses and stack them in the dishwashing tray. She didn’t want to leave.
“Jamie…”
He shut off the water and wiped his hands.
She opened her mouth, but the wrong words came out. “You’ve got glitter lip gloss on your eyebrow.”
“Oh. Hey, I bet you’ve never said that to a man before.” He wiped at his eyebrow. “You look kind of horrified.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“I meant what I said before. I haven’t dated anyone in a while. Almost a year. It might seem
like working here is a party, but…”
Almost a year? That shocked Olivia enough to push her into false courage. “What I meant to say was…would you come over again tonight?”
“With glitter or without?”
Olivia smiled in relief. “Either way.”
“Lady’s choice. I should be out of here by nine-thirty or so. Will you still be awake?”
“Oh, you’re funny.”
“I’ll wake you up.”
She shook her head, and started to move toward the front door, then changed her mind. Instead, she stepped over to Jamie and pressed a kiss to the cheek all those other women had kissed tonight. She let her hand linger on his jaw. “I’ll see you in a little while. No glitter.”
“You got it.”
“And Jamie? Wear the kilt.”
His eyes narrowed and the laughter left them. “Anything you want.”
She’d have to press him for extra credit later. Having fun was one thing. Asking for it was surely a whole other level of accomplishment.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“I MADE HIM WEAR THE KILT.”
Gwen choked on her ice water. “Oh, God,” she gasped, grabbing her napkin to wipe her chin. “You can’t just spring that kind of thing on a girl. Does he go commando underneath?”
“No, he says that’s an occupational hazard. I think he’s talking about you and your friends.”
“You bet your ass he is.” Gwen clinked her glass against Olivia’s. “Congratulations on breaking the kilt barrier.”
“Thanks.” Olivia sipped her water and waited impatiently for their martinis to arrive. “I feel guilty, talking about him this way.”
“Do you really think he’d mind?”
She thought of him gamely offering kisses to every female customer. The only thing about his life he seemed to keep secret was his ambition. “I guess not.”
“Anyway, I’m not going to tell anyone. And you can consider this a public service to your friend who isn’t getting any.”