“Wow,” Jason sighed.
Elliot chuckled and ran a finger down the curve of Jason’s cheek. “There’s a lot more where that came from.”
“Enough to share?” Rachel asked, taking control of the situation.
Elliot jumped away from Jason, one hand clutching at his chest. “Jesus Christ,” he gasped, staring at her.
With an amused smirk, she said, “No, Rachel. Jason’s wife, I’m sure he mentioned me at some point?”
Whirling on Jason, Elliot snapped, “I thought you said she wasn’t home.”
“He said no worries when you asked about me,” Rachel corrected. “Actually, I was the one who sent the text, not him.”
Elliot wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “I’m outta here.”
“Wait. Stay.” Jason caught Elliot’s arm before he could make a move towards the front door. “Please.”
To Rachel, Elliot asked,
