Chapter 14

“Somewhere.”

Ashley smiled at her like they were sharing a particularly amusing joke, but he let the subject drop. He sat at the table, handing her a fork as she passed him the plate. “I was thinking a deep red.”

Her mind raced. She had to stay focused on the conversation. He was talking about the bodywork he wanted done, not something…else.

“Why red?” Slipping into the chair opposite him, Jenny picked up her fork and dug into the stir-fry. Her hunger had fled, but she didn’t want him to see how his presence affected her. “Because it’s supposed to be a power color? I didn’t think you’d care about that kind of thing.”

“Because red looks less ridiculous on an old Ford than purple does.”

There was no mistaking his amusement this time, and Jenny laughed in spite of her tension. “Score one for the suit.” She saluted with her fork. “But for the record, black looks even better.”

“Black is drab. I’m not driving a hearse, after all.”