“It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Wilkins said.
Jack grinned. “I’m touched. Really. And since it appears I’m going to be moving in, let me be the first to say that all of you are always welcome at my and Cameron’s house. Subject to a minimum of forty-eight hours prior notification.”
When the hostess came by to escort them to their table, Cameron held Jack back from the rest of the group. “You’re okay with this?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s great.” He kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “And in answer to your earlier question, I don’t mind skipping dessert. In fact, I already have a dessert planned for when we get home.”
Jack liked the sound of that. “Can I have a hint?”
“It involves me wearing your handcuffs.”
Christ, full-mast. The thought of her naked and at his mercy threw his body into a tailspin. Jack pulled her into a corner where they were out of sight. “The hell with dinner—we’re leaving now,” he growled.
Cameron shook her head coyly. “We can’t leave your party so early. That would be indecent.”
In response to her teasing, Jack put his hands on the wall next to her, pinning her in. “So, Ms. Lynde . . . is that how it’s going to be with you?”
Her eyes flashed devilishly.
“Always.”