“Seriously, it’s kind of strange.” His obvious amusement made her smile. “But interesting. Do you ever decide that you’d be better off alone?”
“Sometimes. But I’d rather not face the apocalypse by myself.”
“Do you have a type?” he asked. “Like do you go for the person who seems like they can fight, or is it all about looks?”
“I mean, looks are nice, but I usually go for the semi-nerdy type. I figure you can build physical strength, but it would be harder to acquire knowledge after everything’s wiped out.”
“You’d never choose me, then. I went into the Air Force, not college.”
Did she detect a hint of defensiveness? Her fault. She’d just flat out told him she wouldn’t go for the hot guy. “I just did.”
“Out of a field of one.”
“Honestly, out of a field of every man I’ve ever met. I think you’d be pretty freaking handy during Armageddon. It’s you who’d be getting the short end of the deal being stuck with me.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m stuck with you now, and it doesn’t seem so bad.”
Her face grew warm and she fought a smile.Don’t be ridiculous. He was probably one of those guys who flirted with everyone. The kind who’d been born with their default setting on “hel-lothere.” Like her asshole ex. Her pulse skipped anyway. “Did I mention I’m an accountant?”
His laugh did strange things to her insides. Or maybe it was his warm body pressed against hers. Or…all of it.
“You’re right,” he said. “You’d be unbearable.”
CHAPTER FOUR
LINDSEY GAVE A small laugh, apparently unaware that Todd was losing his mind. What was it about this woman? In the short time he’d known her, she’d tried to sacrifice herself to save him—and her friend—she’d pushed through her pain and fatigue until she nearly broke, and she’d cried in his arms.
She was part intellect, part strength, somehow fierce and vulnerable at the same time. Not to mention, easy on the eyes.
He’d never met anyone like her.
And he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to get her into a real bed, naked and willing.
He’d thought letting her sit in his lap was a trial of patience and control until he spooned with her under a sleeping bag, bodies touching everywhere. Well, almost. He kept ample space between his hips and her backside. The last thing he needed to do was give her something else to worry about.
But damn, not only was she tough, she made him laugh. Fucking end-of-the-world picks. Who thought like that?
“I do have certain skills you might find appealing,” she said, her voice pulling him along like a toy on a string.
He clenched his fist to keep from touching her. “Oh, yeah?” A dozen ideas had already popped to mind, none of them PG. Completely disrespectful to her intelligence and other qualities, and proof that he didn’t deserve her now,orat the end of the world. “Like what? Can you build a shelter?”
“A tax shelter.”
Todd groaned. “I wouldn’t keep you around for your sense of humor.”
“But you’d keep me around?”
“Sure. Someone has to count the actual beans.”
She gave a little snort. “Then I’m definitely your woman.”
I wish. And where the hell had that come from?
“What success were you supposed to be celebrating?” he asked, floundering for a distraction.
“I recently landed some big new clients, so I was able to hire another full-time accountant to start in October.”
He whistled. “Impressive.”
