“It’s bad enough you showed up on my doorstep without any warning!” he snapped. “You’re making my life miserable!”

“That,” I held up a finger, “was a funny night. I will hold on to that until the day I die.” I laughed, remembering the shock on his face. The sheets wrapped around his waist and the very obvious arousal I was ruining as his girl of the night left in a hurry. It had been raining, my makeup had run down my face, and I’d had all of two bags and no money. He’d had to pay the cab driver for me. That part wasn’t so funny, but the girl running out? Hilarious.

Maybe you had to be there. Or maybe you just had to be me with a terribly mean sense of humor.

“It was not funny! I’d been trying to get in her pants for months! You screwed me over!” he said, keeping his voice low and growly. Like he was going to intimidate me? I think not.

I burst out laughing. “It was funny, and nobody got screwed that night. If the worst thing that happens to you is that your plans for getting laid get sidetracked, you aren’t doing too bad.” I pointed the flashlight at him, right in his face again because he was irritating me. “And if you’ll remember, you offered me a place to stay. I just took you up on it.”

“I was drunk,” he growled. “That’s not the kind of offer you think your cousin’s ex is going to take you up on! It’s polite social etiquette to offer, but you were supposed to turn me down! And you didn’t even call before you showed up.” As if I’d broken social protocol by not phoning. Ha!

“Not my problem. I got it on video, remember?” I grinned up at him, and he glowered and made a reach for the flashlight which I dodged easily. “So. You go on to your place as one of the interviewers, and I will continue on with Robert as my guide.”

Corb frowned. “Who the hell is Robert?”

“Robert. One of your people over there.” I swung the flashlight over to the gravestone, where, of course, Robert was not. “Oh, you turd!”

“You . . . fine, go through with it. You’ll see you aren’t cut out for this job.” Corb brushed past me, leaving a trail of that very fine cologne he wore. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but I liked it. Part of me wanted to bury my nose in the crook of his neck and just breathe it in. Then again, I was single for the first time in twenty-plus years, and my hormones were off the chart.

Like, I’d never wanted to get laid so badly in my life, and I had nobody to jump. Sucked to be me.

“I like your cologne,” I said. “What is it?”

He paused. “Night.”