After a good minute, she took a breath and blew it out, her boobs rising and falling with exasperation.
Andyeah. Boobs. He loved her boobs.
Her eyes narrowed as his lingered on her chest. He ignored the warning.
Her breathing was better than when they first started dating. Her lungs were healing, lungs damaged when her sister, Evil Evie, dropped a boulder on her and crushed her. She’d nearly died. That caused tangled emotions Liz was still sorting out. The pneumonia had also taken its toll.
But… boobs.It’s a guy thing.
“So.Fine,” she said. “You called Jane because she’s in charge of keeping all the dangerous paranormal creatures in line, and this thing is sick and might endanger a human. It’s her responsibility.”
Eli tilted his head and gave her a sideways nod. Still waiting.
“Are you staring at my boobs?”
He let a slow grin spread across his face. “Lizzie.”
She blushed but frowned harder. “Stop that. You’re distracting me.”
“Kinda what I had in mind, girl.”
“Does this mean I don’t get paid for this job?”
He knew about the state of her finances. He had a feeling the boobs were going to be off limits until the chicken killer was dispatched and she got paid. “Not necessarily. It means that if the costs go higher than expected or humans are endangered or injured, you won’t be held accountable for any criminal or civil lawsuits.”
“My contract with the Drakes covers all that.”
“Iftheyget hurt, yes. If you and our crew gets hurt, yes. If a third party gets hurt, and if the governor and his legal team haven’t signed off on the op, then that third party can sue you. And me. And Chewy.”
Lizzie’s posture relaxed and she shoved her hair back behind her ears. “Are we deputized or something?”
“No. Not as long as it’s a private matter, and not a public one. It’s just legal language put together by the Roberes and the governors of Louisiana and North Carolina, the two states where Jane has an official residence. In return for legal protection, if the creature gets away and/or does harm, Jane and her crew take care of things.”
“I’ll still get paid?”
Eli laughed softly. “Yeah, Lizzie. You still get paid. We leave at four a.m.. And this time, bring more magic woo-woo stuff. Amulets. And those stone batteries. And there will be no cutting yourself to feed any spells with your blood. Understood?”
“You’re still looking at my boobs.” She smiled and pointed at her face. “My eyes are up here.”
“I’m multitalented at multitasking.”
“Yeah?” she stepped inside and closed his door. “Let’s see how that goes for you.”
She dropped her amulet necklace on the table at the door near his keys and his wallet, pulled her clothes off, and walked to his bed. Naked. All that firm rounded flesh and that swinging red hair down below her shoulders, pointing to that amazing ass.
Ho-ly hell.
When he just stood there with his tongue metaphorically hanging out, she pulled down the covers and faced him. And gave him the “Come here,” gesture, curling her index finger in to her fist.
He went.
Liz
“You’re right,”she gasped when she could talk again. “You’re pretty good at multitasking.”
“And you have amazing boobs.”
Laughter spluttered up out of her and she rolled over to lay beside him, still breathing hard.
