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attempts at small talk, but none caught hold.
    Finally, Aaron’s eyes darted back and forth between him and Simon, and he directed Simon back to the far side of the studio to presumably discuss the shoots.
    When they were out of ear shot, Jason leaned into her, caught a mild scent of jasmine and vanilla that made him ache. “Are you two serious?”
    Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
    Jason inclined his head toward Simon and Aaron. “You and Mr. Slick.”
    She wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
    He nodded, a little disappointed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Does he make you happy?” He couldn’t stop the question as it tripped off his tongue. Simon wasn’t the kind of guy he saw her with.  And you are?
    “What part of ‘It’s none of your business’ don’t you understand?”
    He gave her his best grin. “I have this condition where I filter out what I don’t want to hear.”
    She might not have wanted to, but the corners of her lips turned up in an exasperated semblance of a smile. Dimples greeted him.
    Taking his chance, he opted for innocuous and asked, “Why don’t you come out to the house to play some tennis. I’ve got the courts available all day every day.”
    He watched her reaction with interest. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted as she shook her head. On a breathless whisper she said, “I don’t play anymore.” He wondered if she’d meant to inject a double entendre into her tone.
    Curiosity piqued. Not ready to give up, he pressed, eager to elicit another breathless response. “You don’t play anymore, or you don’t play with me? I don’t bite you know. You used to live for the game.” He grinned, sure he’d probably pushed too far.
    Her lips twitched as she attempted to contain her smile. He knew her well. Knew how she’d respond. Or, at least, hoped he knew. He changed the subject to a more comfortable topic. “You said you did the Masai prints in limited release? Do you think I can order a couple?”
    “Yeah, of course. I have some contact sheets in storage I can show you if you like. Then I’ll frame it up if you find a photo you want.”
    “Lead the way.”
    Her dark brows drew in. “What? Now?”
    “Why put off until tomorrow...”
    “Okay, this way.” She led him through the studio to a work area, turning back to call out to Simon and Aaron as she unlocked the door. “I’m just going to pull some contact sheets to show to Jason.”
    The moment the door unlatched, Jason’s eyes scanned the clutter of canvases leaned up against the wall and shelves stacked with supplies and boxes of contact sheets. Framing pieces littered the walls in no discernible order.
    “Wow, this place is like a treasure trove.”
    She muttered something noncommittal as she scanned the names on some of the boxes, running her fingers against each one before moving on to the next. Her fingers traced the lettering on each box as if she read by brail. “I know they’re around here somewhere…” Her voice trailed off as she scanned the top shelf. “There we go.”
    He stepped to assist her as she pulled the edge of a box out by her fingertips, careful to avoid tipping it over. “Are you sure you don’t want any—”
    Her gasp of shock and alarm propelled him into action. He rushed behind her and held the box still as it teetered between the brink of leveling back on the shelf or crashing on Izzy’s head.
    He adjusted the box, but it didn’t stabilize, all he succeeded in doing was to shove Izzy further against the shelves. Not to mention, his semi erect cock ground into the small of her back.
    Izzy groaned out a curse.
    Jason’s body seconded her epithet. With every breath Izzy took, her body rubbed against his. Blood roared into his rapidly hardening cock. “Are you okay?” he asked as he inhaled her scent. He felt her shove against the bookshelf, but he didn’t budge.
    “Let me go, Jason.” Her voice came out