“It’s okay where it is.”
She stretched, arms overhead, and he was straining the zipper.
“Well, I’m taking a shower,” she said, her voice still morning husky.
She rounded the breakfast bar, heading for the bathroom, and his gaze was on her like a heat-seeking missile.There was something about seeing her in his clothes.That T-shirt should look like a sack on her, but it was touching her bare skin.Sliding against firm thighs, kissing her curved bottom, and cupping those gorgeous breasts…
She didn’t throw him another look.She didn’t even lend him a smile.
But the T-shirt was lifting as she closed the bathroom door behind her…
Billy glided to his feet like a panther to follow her.He was unzipping his jeans before he was halfway across the room.
They might be bad for each other.He intended to leave all this dysfunctionality behind him, but he wasn’t a saint.He was here now, and he wanted her.
He was going to take as much as he could before time ran out.
Because it was going to have to last him forever.
* * * * *
The shower took longer than expected, because things had turned hot in there, too.Billy’s knees still weren’t feeling all that steady as he lowered himself onto the sofa beside Roxie.
She’d gone down on him.
Sexily and confidently.
It messed with his head even more, but he hadn’t complained.
He passed her another cup of coffee.
“Stop procrastinating,” he ordered as he jabbed the power button on the computer in her lap.
They were going to get serious about this search today.He’d promised her sisters and neither of them could go on in limbo much longer.
He watched as she navigated to the website she’d been on the other day.She was adept, but he couldn’t see her ever spending much time hunched over the thing.She had way too much energy and was way too impatient for that.
Stretching out, he planted his feet on the coffee table.The red sofa looked trendy, but it wasn’t all that comfortable.
“What is it you’re hoping to find?”he asked.
“I told you,” she muttered, her head bent.“Answers.”
“What would be the best-case scenario?”
Her head came up at that.“I don’t think there is one,” she admitted.“Either they’re bad people or they gave up their kids.”
“There are always extenuating circumstances,” he said softly.“Maybe they thought they were giving you a chance at a better life.”
Her teeth caught at her lower lip.“Or maybe they’re dead.Maxie’s adoptive parents died in a car accident when she was seven.”
Aw, hell.Draping his arm along the back of the couch, Billy massaged the tight muscles in Roxie’s neck.She didn’t like that idea at all, he could tell.She might say all she wanted was answers, but he knew better.She wanted to look her parents in the eye.
He had.
She toyed with the wireless mouse.“Maxie has a drawing our mother did.I don’t have anything like that.”
His heart squeezed just a little.“You have a memory of your mother.You told me about it.”
