The Singles Table (Marriage Game #3)(47)

“I thought you were going to Bob’s party.” Jay settled back on the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a bed for anything other than sleep or sex. Relaxation was not part of the success equation.

“Are you kidding?” She pressed a button, then another. “Did you seriously think I was going to a hotel room with a bunch of random drunk dudes to roll around in a bed covered in enough illegal substance to put us all away for life? I’m a lawyer. I like being a lawyer. I’m not going to throw it all away for a chance to represent D-list celebrity Bob Smith. And what kind of celebrity name is that? I told him he should get a stage name if he plans to make it big. Something cool. Vin Diesel’s real name is Mark Sinclair and Cary Grant used to be Archibald Leach. I’m sure we could jazz up Bob Smith.”

After watching her in court, he should have known better. Nothing got past Zara even if her attention seemed to be focused elsewhere. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Especially if it meant he’d wind up in a hospital bed for a slight headache that could have been cured with a good night’s sleep. The only way this situation could get worse was if . . .

“Jay? What the hell are you doing here?” Thomas walked over to the bed. “Brittany is a few cubicles down getting treated for an allergic reaction. People don’t seem to understand that allergy to nuts means she can die if she eats them. Fortunately we had her EpiPen with us and we got here in time so she’ll be fine.”

Jay made the introductions. He shook Thomas’s hand so hard the other man winced.

“Well . . .” Thomas wiggled his fingers by his side. “You certainly don’t seem ill.”

“I’m not,” Jay said, his voice firm and loud. “Not at all. I was just about to head back to the office. This was just a . . .” What the heck was he supposed to say? He couldn’t tell Thomas the truth. Taking a deep breath, he shot Zara a quick, desperate glance, praying she wouldn’t talk about cauldrons. She caught his gaze and gave him the barest of nods.

“He’s trying to be modest,” Zara said quickly. “And stoic. J-Tech was providing on-site security work at a celebrity party where I was a guest. You know how crazy celebrities can get.”

Thomas nodded. “We have several entertainment clients.”

“Well, then, you know how quickly things can get out of hand,” Zara said. “Jay and his team had it under control in no time, but in all the craziness he took a blow to the head. He said he was fine, but as a personal injury lawyer, I recommended that he get it checked out. You can’t be too careful for both legal and medical reasons when it comes to head injuries even if the injury would not in any way affect the ability of an individual to perform at a hundred ten percent efficiency as Jay always does.”

“Good to know it’s nothing serious.” Thomas moved away. “I’d better get back to Brittany.”

“Thanks for the save.” Jay relaxed back on the bed after Thomas had gone. “That was the investor who’s hopefully going to fund our international expansion.”

“I remembered him from the Mexican restaurant.” She perched on the end of his bed. “I thought you’d want to assure him you would be back to work tomorrow and ready to dominate the world of security services.” She stretched her arms over her head and yawned. “Good thing he didn’t want to stay and chat. I’m beginning to crash and I don’t have any gummies in my purse for an extra boost.” She shrugged when he lifted a quizzical brow. “It’s a weird energy thing. My dad is the same. We can push past our limits but then we just run out of energy and BAM. We’re out.”

“Why don’t you lie on the bed beside me?” He turned on his side and shifted to leave a space on the bed, although there wasn’t much room to move.

“It wouldn’t be . . . appropriate.” The longing in her eyes when she looked at the space he’d made for her belied her words.

“If you’re worried that you’re supposed to be finding my perfect match, I promise not to let her know we shared a bed.” He edged farther to the side, grateful for the railing that kept him from falling. “I have no ulterior motives, especially with all these people running around, and I don’t think there are any rules against it. The couple across the way are lying together and no one has said anything to them.”

“Since you put it that way . . .” She squeezed into the tiny space beside him, resting on her side. Three seconds later, she pushed herself up on one elbow. “As much as I appreciate the offer, this bed isn’t big enough for both of us.”

Jay eased onto his back, wrapped one arm around her and settled her head on his chest. “How about this?”

Zara snuggled beside him. “Acceptable.”

It was more than acceptable. Despite being so uncomfortably out of his element, and in a place that usually sent his pulse skyrocketing, he felt curiously calm.

“I used to play with the hospital equipment when my mom was going through her cancer treatment.” Jay’s lips brushed Zara’s hair. “I couldn’t just sit there and worry. I needed to do something with my hands.”

“Is she okay now?” Zara looked up, her forehead creased with worry.

“She had her five-year check and everything was good.” He hesitated, wanting to share his concerns with someone, but not sure if he could. “I was worried about her when she asked me to promise to try and find a partner so I wasn’t alone. It was an odd request. She knows how important my work is to me, what I want to achieve. I thought maybe the cancer had come back and she didn’t want to tell me. I’m still not sure.”