He couldn’t remember ever seeing her braless. Then again, he supposed he hadn’t been looking. Why was he looking now? What the hell was the matter with him? What, exactly, would it take for him to learn his lesson?

He caught sight of Jeffrey. The man was heading in Jenny’s direction again, a predatory gleam in his eyes. This time, Mitch did make his move. And he didn’t let anyone stop him along the way.

“Jeffrey,” he greeted heartily, falling into step with the man.

“Hey, Mitch. Glad you could make it.”

Mitch would just bet Jeffrey was glad he’d shown up with Jenny. “I see you’ve met Jenny.”

Jeffrey frowned. “I’ve met her lots of times before.”

“You didn’t dance with her before.”

“Her hotness factor’s gone way up in my books.”

“You keep her out of your books.”

Jeffrey turned his head to look at Mitch. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“She’s my assistant, you moron. Keep your hands off her.”

“We were only dancing.”

Mitch shot Jeffrey a dark look. “You’re talking to me here, Jeff.”

Jeffrey gave a sheepish smile. “Point taken.”

“She’s a nice girl.”

“Then she’ll slap me across the face, won’t she?”

“You give her any reason to slap you across the face, and your face will be meeting up with my fist.”

Jeffrey sputtered out a laugh. “So says the cripple.”

“I’ve still got my left.”

In answer, Jeffrey looped an arm over Mitch’s shoulder. “Careful, buddy. You’re starting to sound territorial.”

“I told you, she’s my assistant.”

“And that’s all she is?”

“Absolutely.” If Mitch said it out loud often enough, maybe it would come true.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

Probably because Mitch was lying. “Because your brain’s in the gutter.”

“Your brain and mine have been partying together down there for quite a few years.”