She forced herself to smile. “Of course.”

“Did you check who it was before you opened the door?” he asked.

“Umm. I don’t think I should answer that on the grounds I might incriminate myself.”

“Immy,” he growled. “I fought for you to be allowed your own hotel room when Sampson and Jenner both wanted you to stay with someone else.”

“I’m a grown woman.”

“Who knows better than to open a door without checking who is there first.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to say to that,” she huffed.

He grinned. “Because you know I’m right.”

Urgh. Yes.

He ran his gaze over her, one eyebrow raising. “Looking good, honey. Is that a new dress?”

Some men wouldn’t notice, but Abe was a details sort of guy.

“It is. Do you like it?” she asked shyly.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks.”

“Were you going out?”

“Um, I was supposed to go out for dinner with Jenner. But he’s gotten caught up with some other stuff.”

Abe’s face tightened. “What a dick.”

“Don’t call him that! He has to work. That’s why we’re here.” They were on a short, two-week tour. Tonight was their second-to-last concert.

“Why don’t I take you out for dinner, then?”

Great. Now, Abe felt sorry for her. “I’m fine.”

“Imms, I came here to ask you to go out to dinner with me. Don’t make me eat alone.”

“All right. That sounds good.”

She grabbed her keycard before walking out and down the hallway with him.

“He’s an idiot, you know,” Abe commented in a quiet voice.

“What . . . what do you mean? Who is?”

“Jenner. For not seeing how amazing you are.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, gazing down at her feet. “Jenner is always kind and protective and caring. He’s a good friend.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t seem to notice that he could have more.”

She sucked in a breath. He knew her feelings for Jenner?

“Any man would be a dumbass not to want you. I’m starting to think he is a dumbass.”