“Fine.” She bent to open the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, and I nearly groaned when the fabric of her skirt pulled tight across her ass. She straightened, purse in hand, and grabbed her blazer from the hanger.

“You won’t need that where we’re going.”

She arched a brow. “And where is that, pray tell?”

“I love it when you get all pretentious with me.” I held out a hand. Kenna ignored it and scowled in my direction instead. “Relax, we’re going to The Catch.”

“That’s not an adventure, Crosby. I go there five days a week, at least.”

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She fit so perfectly there, seemed to melt right into my side. “It’s not an adventure the way you do it, but just wait until you see what I have in store.”

Kenna groaned. “I have no desire to drink endless disgusting dark beer and talk rock climbing with Ford.”

“Bite your tongue. Guinness is the drink of the gods.”

“Maybe the gods of hell. That stuff is nasty.”

Kenna slipped out from under my arm as she walked out of her office. I felt the loss of her instantly, her warmth, the pressure of her body against mine. The chemistry flowing between us was throwing me for a loop. Kenna nodded at Chris, who glared in our direction, and waved to the receptionist, who was packing up.

I grabbed hold of Kenna’s hand as soon as we were out the front door, tugging her away from her practical sedan and towards my truck. “I’ll drop you back at your car when we’re done.”

Kenna gave a pull of resistance. “That’s just one extra stop you need to make. It makes no sense.”

I leaned in close. “Sometimes, a nonsensical life is just more fun. And maybe I want more time with you. Or I could just want to feel what’s under that skirt.”

My hand skimmed the curve of her ass, and Kenna swatted it away. “You’ll keep your hands to yourself while we’re driving and in front of anyone we know.”

I reared back. “Why would I do that?”

“So we don’t get in a car wreck.”

“And the other?”

Kenna stiffened her spine. “Because this is temporary. I don’t want our friends thinking it’s something it’s not.”

My back teeth ground together. “Our friends are grownups. They can deal with us having something casual.” I was practically pouting. I wanted my hands on Kenna as much as possible, and this rule would really cramp that.