The brush of his thigh against mine, his body heat, his spicy cologne that was just strong enough to beg you to lean in, to inhale, to maybe bury your head in his neck and run your tongue…
No.
God.
What the hell?
“Roe?” he called.
My head snapped up, finding his dark-eyed gaze on me.
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
“Sorry, I was… lost in a thought. Okay. So, the tailoring.”
“Right. The local tailor and I hemmed and hawed over this. Normally, you’d think the bodice would be the best place for a woman to stash something. But your dresses are too tight. We went with here.”
He turned the dress to the side. Nestled inside was a small pouch with a tiny little snap.
“This will look most hidden in the dark dresses, obviously. Shadows would be doing a lot of work. But anytime you can, keeping this arm lowered would be smart.”
It was my non-dominant side. I could do that.
“This is great.”
“Please, for my peace of mind, don’t forget the phone. Keep the sound off but power on. This pocket is blackout, so even if the light comes on, you can’t see it. We tested it.”
“Okay. Great. I promise I’ll keep it on me. I have it on me today,” I added, petting my purse.
“Good. If possible, don’t take it out until you’re away from the casino. Unless you’re in danger, of course. Just try not to take any chance that Frank could come across it.”
“I won’t. Trust me, I’m…” I paused, sighed.
“Hey,” Milo said, his hand landing on my thigh just above my knee. “If you want out, just say it,” he said, fingers squeezing.
I glanced down at his touch.
Instead of comforting, though, it felt… igniting. My skin warmed, spread, the fire caught. And suddenly, I felt too hot. My clothes, too tight.
My gaze cut up to his to find him already watching me.
“I don’t want out.”
My voice was breathless.
My gaze couldn’t stop slipping to his lips.
His hand slid up, pressing softly to my cheek.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
I didn’t know the man’s name.
But I believed him.
“I know.”
