Alex groans, temporarily distracted. “We might not survive till then since you don’t know how to look both ways before crossing the road.”

Leon waves it off. “People don’t know how to drive.”

“I might prefer death to another performance.”

Leon rolls his eyes. “Stop being dramatic. Things will pick up, my man. You’ll be there next month?” Leon points at me.

“Sure. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Leon grins.

“Leon!” Cue the blonde in the doorway of the Saloon.

Leon waves at her and then tosses me the dimpled grin. “My fan group awaits.”

Alex shakes his head. “Our fan group is your sister. And her two friends.”

Leon points at Alex. “Still better than none. Nice to meet you finally, Jane,” he calls out as he jogs back across the street.

I turn back to Alex, hoping he has now forgotten about my naked lightsaber slipup.

“Can I give you a ride home?”

Phew.

“Yes. Please.”

This time when he’s idling in front of my building, I don’t waste time.

“Thank you for the ride.” I sway in his direction, my eyes glued to his lips.

“You’re welcome.” He takes the hint and inches closer to me and then his lips are on mine.

Even though it’s not the first time, the magic is still there. Better than any magical closet. His fingers thread into my hair, angling my head. His tongue slides against mine. I groan, nipping at his bottom lip.

I slide closer on the bench seat, as close as I can get without crawling into his lap, although that is looking more and more like a viable option.

He breaks away. “Wow.” He’s breathing hard, air sawing in and out between us.

Heat fills me. I need him. “Do you want to come upstairs?”

His mouth pops open, but his eyes are hot and his gaze is heavy on mine. “I do.”

My heart leaps. Yes!

His head shakes slowly, eyes on mine, hot and drowsy with need, and yet he shuts them with a heavy exhale. “But I shouldn’t. This is too important.” His thumb trails over my bottom lip. “Damn.” He pulls back. “You should go. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

I strangle back a groan of frustration. “Right. Tomorrow.”

“What are your faults? Do you have any?”

He lets out a bark of surprised laughter. “Are you interviewing me for a job?” He twists to meet my eyes as we walk down Columbus Avenue, in the direction of the Saloon, after eating dinner again. I’m starting to discover his likes and dislikes based on how often he steals my food from my plate. Maybe that’s a flaw in and of itself, but I enjoy the intimacy of it.

“No, it’s just that there’s, like, nothing wrong with you. It’s sort of disturbing. You have to tell me something bad.”