“Mad that you’re attracted to Ivy?” he said, the sun flashing over him as we crossed the bridge. My face warmed, and he pulled his hand from mine to manage the thicker traffic. “No,” he said, his eyes slightly dilating. “I love you, but Ivy…Since leaving the I.S. and you moving in with her, she’s never been happier, more stable. Besides,” he said, settling himself suggestively, “if this keeps up, I might have a chance at one hell of a threesome.”

My mouth dropped open, and I swatted him. “No way!”

“Hey,” he said, laughing, though his eyes were firmly on the traffic. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

I crossed my arms before me and looked straight out the window. “Not going to happen, Kisten.” But when I met his eyes, I could tell he had only been teasing me. I think.

“Don’t make plans this Friday,” he said as we stopped at yet another light.

I stifled a huge smile, but inside I was singing. He remembered! “Why?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

He smiled, and I lost my battle to remain unmoved. “I’m taking you out for your birthday,” he said. “I’ve got reservations for the Carew Tower restaurant.”

“Get out!” I exclaimed, my eyes darting to the top of the building in question. “I’ve never been up there to eat.” I squirmed, my gaze going distant as I started to plan. “I don’t know what to wear.”

“Something that comes off easy?” he suggested.

A horn blew behind us, and, not looking, Kisten accelerated.

“All I’ve got is stuff with lots of snaps and buckles,” I teased.

He went to say something, but his phone rang. I frowned when he reached to take it. I never took calls when we were together. Not that I got that many to begin with. But I wasn’t trying to run Cincy’s underworld for my boss either.

“Snaps and buckles?” he said as he flipped open the top. “That might work, too.” Smile fading, he said into his phone. “This is Felps.”

I settled back, feeling good just thinking about it.

“Hey, Ivy. What’s up?” Kisten said, and I straightened. Then, remembering my phone, I pulled it out and looked. Crap, I’d missed four calls. But I didn’t recognize the number.

“Right beside me,” Kisten said, glancing at me, and a flicker of concern rose. “Sure,” he added, then handed the phone to me.

Oh, God, now what? Feeling like I’d heard a shoe fall, I said, “Is it Jenks?”

“No,” Ivy’s irate voice said, and I relaxed. “It’s your Were.”

“David?” I stammered, and Kisten pulled into the driving school’s parking lot.