Whitney disappeared upstairs to change and Rachel conveniently went with her, probably to avoid an argument with Ben over how she’d meddled in his love life once again. When Whitney came back downstairs, she wore dark denim jeans that hugged her curves and a long-sleeved blouse in a deep maroon. He’d always told her how much he loved her in that color. Black boots peaked out the bottom of her jeans, adding a few inches to her height. She’d always worn heels when they were together so he could more easily kiss her. The scent of jasmine surrounded him, subtle but so Whitney. Anger flared, and Ben tamped it back. His goal for tonight was to make sure Whitney stayed safe, not to discuss their past relationship. And there definitely would not be a kiss. Whitney glanced at her watch. “There’s time to stop by your condo if you want to change first.” Ben snorted. He wasn’t about to show her where he lived. At least Rachel had kept some of his secrets. “I don’t need to change,”
