‘’He had them brought up mid-shift?’’ He raises a brow and watches me momentarily, questioning, thinking, and I shrug as though disinterested in moody men.

Well, as far as he knows, I am anyway. I aim to remove the ’‘throwing myself at him so obviously’’ from his memory banks and try something subtler.

‘‘I did as the sexually repressed little beach ball told me.’’ I shrug, tapping my red nails on the arm of the chair. Alexi frowns at me before going back ...