“No.”
That was it. The one word. It was so Angel-like.
“Fine.” Christian shrugged. He didn’t like shirking his duty, but he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by standing there and squabbling. Besides, filching some food and getting a bead on a vehicle didn’t really require three people.Or even two, for that matter.
Not only that, but letting Angel go it alone had the added benefit of affording Christian the opportunity to yank Emily up those stairs so he could have his way with her. “Good luck then,” he said. “I’ll keep my mobile on. If you run into trouble, text me.”
Angel nodded, spun on his heel, and was ’round the corner and off to do decidedly Angel-y things a minutelater.
“So.” Christian turned to smile down at Emily, anticipation tightening his belly.
“So.” She bit her lip.
“Uh.” Rusty ran a hand over his jaw. “I think I’ll just…” He didn’t finish the sentence, simply shut the door in their faces.
“Shall we?” Christian offered Emily a hand.
She scowled down at it like it was covered in horse hockey. “Seriously? That’s it? I mean, I knowwe’re keeping this casual and all that jazz, but a gal could still use a little romance.”
“It’s romance the lady fancies?” Christian’s smile stretched across his face. The anticipation in his belly had turned to ravenous hunger. “Then it’s romance she shall have.”
Without warning, he bent and scooped her into his arms. Yelping, Emily swatted at his chest, but he was undeterred as he traipseddown the hall to the staircase and took the steps two at a time.
