Jordan patted his knee affectionately. “It’s not too late. There’s probably a basketball game on somewhere.”

Nick eyed the remote control that sat on the coffee table in front of them. It was tempting. But he’d promised.

He turned his attention back to the screen, so shocked and awed by the foreign sights and sounds that he barely noticed when Jordan got up from the couch and headed over to the wet bar behind them. He heard her open a bottle and pour a drink. Then she wrapped her arms around him and placed a glass in his hand.

“Here. Maybe this will help.”

Nick looked down, expecting to find a glass of wine. Instead, he saw a familiar amber-colored liquid in a rocks glass.

Bourbon.

“You are a god,” he said to her.

Jordan smiled. “I even carved out a slot in my wine cellar for the bottle.”

Nick set the rocks glass on the coffee table and pulled her into his lap. “A whole slot? Now that’s the sign of a serious relationship.” He kissed her, biting her lower lip teasingly. When she opened her mouth to his, he pulled her closer and slipped his hands underneath her shirt. He closed his eyes as her lips traced a path along his neck.

Her voice was throaty and seductive. “You know, I think it’s really sexy that you’d watch this show just for me.”

Ding!

Just like that, a light clicked on in Nick’s head. He opened his eyes and grinned knowingly. “Oh, now I get why guys watch it.” He exhaled in relief, his faith in men restored. Whew.

Jordan smiled at his reaction. “And all was right with the world.”

Nick peered down into her teasing eyes as she lay snug in his arms.

Indeed it was.