Adrian turned and started to walk away.
Seriously?
Jenna had a half a mind to let him go. To leave him dangling on the hook he’d left inside her a little longer. But she didn’t.
“You want to come inside?” she hollered before he got too far to hear. “I can make us some coffee.”
He stopped in his tracks and spun around. With another quick glance at her suitcases, he asked, “You sure you have time?”
Jenna shrugged. “I have a few minutes.”
Waiting a beat, he slowly began walking back toward her. She purposely kept her eyes on his, refusing to focus on the way his shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and chest. Or how his strong thighs worked against his denim with every step.
She turned and started to pull her wheeled suitcase behind her, but he picked up his pace and grabbed the handle.
“Let me get that for you.” He lifted it with zero effort.
His warm hand brushed against hers, sending a shockwave of electricity through her system. Jenna’s eyes dropped to the bulging biceps and taut forearms, and…
Damn it, Jenna! You weren’t supposed to look.
Shaking off her momentary failure, Jenna stepped back into her apartment and shuffled to the side to give him room.
“Here okay?” He motioned toward the open area to the left of the door.
“Sure.” Jenna gave him a tight smile, and…nope. She would not—wouldnot—look at his fine ass when he bent over to set the suitcase down.
Aaaand…she looked.
Her mouth watered and her inner muscles clenched.
Good lord, woman. Do you seriously have no self-control with this man?
No. No, she did not.
Adrian stood upright and turned to face her. Praying she’d schooled her expression in time, Jenna slid her purse and carry-on off her shoulder and set them on the floor next to her feet.
He stared back at her, his eyes even more guarded than when she first met him, but there was something else there this time. A nervousness that didn’t fit the man she knew him to be.
“You look good.” His heated gaze fell on the hem of her short skirt.
“Thanks.” Jenna smiled inwardly. “You, too.”Better than good.
God, she hated the awkwardness that was between them, now. She and Adrian had shared a lot of things, but this sort of egg-shell politeness had never really been one of them.
“Listen, Jen. I—”
“What are you—”
They both began speaking at once.
“Sorry.” He offered another polite smile. “You were saying?”
“No.” Jenna shook her head. “You’re the one who came all this way to see me. You go.”
That’s right. Remind him that this particular impromptu visit was his idea.
He’d made the first move, so now it was on him to say what he’d come here to say.