He arched a brow.“And you don’t want in mine?”
She inched forward a little.“Ioh-sowant in yourpants.”
He chuckled.
She leaned into him and gave him a quick, hard kiss, beforeshe pushed back to straight and he watched, unmoving from his lean into thecounter, as she tipped her head back and downed more than half a beer in onego.
“Talk about impressive,” he teased on a smile when shefinished.
“I’m this close to jumping your bones because you’re beingso cute, so you best get me home, bad boy.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Whatever.”
Someone was going to get their bones jumped, and in ordernot to jump that gun, because they started out way wrong, and he was going tolead them forward all right, he pushed up, socked back another slug, but didn’tdown the whole thing.He set his beer aside, rounded the bar, caught her hand,and led her to her jacket on his couch.
As she pulled it on, she said, “It’s super cool you’reletting me give Carolyn a heads-up that you’regonnatell Jagger.”
“If you don’t want to be thrown under that bus that Jagknows because I know because you told me, then we can do it whatever way isyour way, but it’sgottaget done, and sooner notlater.”
She nodded.“Can I tell you at our cop talk tomorrow?”
He returned her nod.
He also took her hand again to lead her out to his truck.
But she tugged on his and he stopped moving.
“When is that?”sheasked.
“Lunch.Noon.Eddie Chavez and Hank Nightingale.”
She nodded.
“I’ll pick you up at eleven-thirty,” he told her.
She nodded again and said, “I’ll need your cell number.”
“You can program it in, in the truck.”
Another nod then, “Dutch.”
“Right here,” he stated when she didn’t say anything else.
She looked weird for a beat before she blurted, “I likeyou.”
He felt his lips twitch as he shifted, getting closer, andhis voice was low when he said, “I hope so.”
“I just…well, it…” She cleared her throat.“Carolyn playedJagger and—”
He interrupted her.
“We’re here, finally.”
“Uh…sorry?”
“We’re at the good part to being in the biker world.”
