The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [294]
“I know. But if I lose this job…I don’t know where I’ll be able to make as much money.” She went about pulling on her shoes and slipping on her lightweight jacket. Jordan watched her movements with barely leashed possessiveness.
“You could work for me.” He didn’t really need more help, but he’d hire her in a heartbeat. In fact, he really liked the idea once he said it out loud.
Her eyes looked silver rather than gray in the dim light. “I’m sure Elizabeth will have something to say about that.”
“She’d be glad for the help.”
“Nonsense. You bragged to me yourself that she keeps everything running smoothly.” With her purse and her bag hanging from her shoulder, Georgia clasped her hands together and silently requested that he stop blocking the door.
Even in his wildest dreams, Jordan couldn’t have imagined how badly he’d dread leaving a damn closet. But he had no reason to keep her inside now that she was ready to go. He opened the door and stepped out. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“I would object, but I suppose you’d start insisting?” In spite of all that had just happened, she sounded shyly teasing, and Jordan smiled in relief.
“Of course.”
Because they were looking at each other rather than where they walked, they almost bumped into Honey and Elizabeth.
“Hey,” Elizabeth said. “Great show, Georgia!”
Jordan gaped at them. His sisters-in-law? In The Swine? He said, “Uh…”
Honey pulled Georgia—who was speechless with astonishment—into a tight hug. “I had no idea you were so talented. And I love the costume!” In an audible whisper, she said, “No one would ever guess you’d had two kids. You looked fantastic.” Then in a further confidence, she added, “Sawyer would keel over dead if I wore anything that sexy.”
Elizabeth laughed. “Gabe would probably faint. After.”
“After?” Georgia asked, still looking bewildered.
“Yeah, after he wore himself out.” She chuckled. “The man does like to—”
Jordan said again, “Uh…”
“Oh, relax, Jordan,” Honey told him, patting at his chest. The touch didn’t feel at all the same as when Georgia did it.
He caught Honey’s hand and gathered together his wits. “What are you two doing here?”
In unison, they said, “We came to watch Georgia dance.”
“I…I didn’t see you,” Georgia told them, glancing nervously at Jordan.
Jordan felt poleaxed. When his brothers found out, there’d be hell to pay and somehow he’d probably get blamed. “Neither did I.”
“Well, we didn’t just sit out in the open, silly.” Honey looked at him as though he should have figured that one out on his own. “We didn’t want to make Georgia nervous. We were in the back corner booth. The bouncer—what was his name, Elizabeth?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Gus.”
“Yes, Gus made sure no one bothered us.”
Jordan glanced at the big no-neck ape who he’d tangled with that first night, and got a sharp nod. Jordan nodded in return. Good grief.
“Anyway,” Honey said, waving away the remainder of that topic, “I was positively amazed how well you dance. It’s incredible. Even when Jordan fell off his chair, you barely missed a beat.”
Elizabeth snickered.
His face red and his temper on the rise, Jordan asked, “Where does Sawyer think you are?”
“At the movies.”
His grin wasn’t nice. “Not for long.”
Honey gasped. “Don’t you dare tell! You know he’ll have a fit.”
“Rightfully so.”
Elizabeth shrugged. “I don’t care if you tell. Gabe’s not my boss.”
Honey considered that, then shrugged, too. “Well, Sawyer’s not my boss, either, but he is somewhat overprotective.”
“Somewhat? Ha!” Elizabeth flipped her long red hair over her shoulder then leaned toward Georgia. “Before you get too involved with this family, you should know that they’re autocrats. All in different ways, of course, but they sure do like to hover, if you know what I mean.”
Jordan couldn’t wait to deliver Elizabeth back to Gabe. “I do not hover.”
Elizabeth raised an auburn brow and gave a pointed look at Jordan’s arm squeezing Georgia’s shoulders.
Muttering to himself, he asked, “Instead of debating this now, why don’t we get the hell out of here? Bill