“How about a pash for it?” he asked, his voice low and sexy.
“Knock it off,” Jasmine said a little too harshly, her hand reaching between us to push Shane back.
Shane just winked at me and moved to make my drink.
“What’s a pash?” I asked, grinning when I turned to see Jasmine scowling back at me. “Now who’s jealous?” I couldn’t help but ask, needling her the way she’d done me.
“I’m not jealous, but flirting with his friend isn’t going to get Jed to ask you out.”
Growling, I said, “I don’t want him to ask me out. Please stop talking about it. If he wants to hook up with Becs, he can have at it.”
“Becs?” Shane asked as he set my glass down in front of me. “Don’t worry about her, she’s a bit of a goer, but she’s harmless. Jed’s not interested, but she can’t seem to stop herself.”
“What’s a goer?” I asked, picking up my martini and taking a sip. “Mmmm, delicious.”
Shane grinned at me and answered, “It means she likes sex.”
“Oh,” I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. “And, how about a pash?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Shane lowered his voice again in that sexy way, making him even more irresistible than he already was. “It’s a kiss … a good, long, hot, passionate kiss.”
I think I squeaked in response.
Shane walked away with a chuckle to help another customer, and I looked over to see Jasmine glaring at me again.
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t encourage him,” she said with a sigh. “He’s the worst kind of player.”
“No,” I argued. “I don’t think that’s true. I like him, he’s a good guy.”
This time, Jasmine growled.
“I’ll make you a deal. You don’t talk to me about Shane, and I’ll lay off about Jed.”
“Deal.”