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uncomfortably. He was
     waiting on her to say something else, something she didn’t want to admit. She’d already
     admitted it to herself and had faced the fact that once they got back she’d have a
     long road to travel. Alone. Without Steve.
    “How did your date go last night?” she asked.
    His lips quirked in amusement. “Thought you were too sober for the details?”
    Kayla sighed. “I’m trying to change the subject here, Jordan. Work with me.”
    He chuckled and rose up to his elbows. “It was nice. We have plans again for later,
     but he has to work the midnight shift, so it’ll be our last time together.”
    “Are you sad?”
    He shook his head, his lips pursing in thought. “No. I knew going in it was only a
     temp thing.” He sighed. “Story of my life.”
    She rose up on her elbows and put her hand on his forearm in support. “You’ll find
     someone.”
    “And if I don’t, I still have you.” He grinned. “We’ll be Miami’s answer to Will and
     Grace.”
    She laughed. “You betcha.”
    “Your drink, ma’am,” the waiter announced.
    Kayla pushed to her knees and took the cool, frozen drink he offered. Taking a sip,
     she smiled. “It’s perfect, thank you.”
    “My pleasure.” He bowed slightly then walked toward another group of people vying
     for his attention.
    “Hey,” Jordan snapped playfully. “You ordered a daiquiri and didn’t order me one?
     How could you?”
    “I didn’t know you were coming.”
    “Well, then you’ll just have to share.”
    “Get your own,” she taunted, hiding her smile.
    Jordan pointed to the waiter’s retreating back. “He’s already gone.”
    Kayla fought a grin. “You’ve got two legs.” Her eyes raked over his hard thighs. “A
     little on the lean side, but…”
    “Lean my ass. I’ll have you know men love my thighs.” He wiggled his eyebrows and
     slid his palm up the side of his leg.
    A giggle escaped, making her choke on the drink. “And here I thought your kind were
     ass men.”
    Jordan snickered and pushed to his knees. Leaning close, he whispered, “Honey, the
     ass is only part of the package. Myself? I’m a dick man.”
    Kayla laughed. She loved joking around with Jordan. He was such a hoot.
    “Come on, Kay. Give me a sip of your drink. I need something cold,” Jordan pouted.
    “Yeah, and people in hell need ice water,” she teased with a smirk.
    Jordan scowled and reached over to poke at her waist, tickling her. She squealed and
     laughed, holding the drink just out of his reach.
    “What the hell is going on here?”
    Steve’s deep voice skimmed over her flesh, and she glanced over her shoulder in surprise.
     He stood behind her, his arms folded across his bare chest, his eyes twinkling in
     amusement. Jordan grabbed the drink from her hand, and she jerked back around, slapping
     him on the shoulder. Jordan chuckled around the straw embedded in the frozen drink.
    “Am I going to have to send the two of you to your rooms?” Steve asked.
    Jordan stuck his lower lip out, his eyes narrowing in an exaggerated snarl. “It was
     all her fault. She wouldn’t share.”
    Steve shook his head. “Jordan, you’re more gay before three than most people are in
     a week.”
    Kayla laughed so hard she actually snorted. She slapped her hand over her mouth, her
     face heating in embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Steve chuckling.
    “Did you just snort?” he asked.
    She shook her head, her shoulders quaking in silent laughter. “No.”
    Jordan waved a hand. “That was nothing. Wait until she really gets going.”
    Kayla’s eyes widened, and she glared at Jordan, his smile just the perfect picture
     of innocence. “You are such an ass,” she said as she slapped his chest playfully.
    “No, Kay, remember? I’m an ass man.”
    “Oh, God,” Steve mumbled, and this time Jordan laughed. “That’s certainly more info
     than I wanted.”
    “Here.” Jordan handed Kayla’s drink back to her. “I’m