She nodded, a lot and fast.“Right.Right.Allprofessional.”
Like she could pull that off.
But at least she’d have a mind.
And after that…
He’d let himself think of what was after that when it wasactuallyafter.
“I’ll make popcorn,” she said.
“I’ll do a perimeter check.”
She smiled huge at him.
Huge and happy.
So…
Right.
When all was said and done, he might come out a winner foronce, or he might be ground to dust.
But he knew right then it didn’t matter which way thatbroke.
Just as long and as much as humanly possible in themeantime, Mo had a shot to make Lottie happy.
Chapter Seven
Incremental
Lottie
The lights went dark.
I rushed off the stage and Mo was there, throwing my robeover my shoulders.
He smelled good.Clean.Like soap and man.
He’d had his shower and was back to me before my set ended.
I wanted to pounce on him.
Instead, I shoved my hands through the arms and barely hadmy fingers to the sides to pull the robe closed before his big hand had apowerful grip on my upper arm and he was practically dragging me down the stepsto the side hall.
It was Tuesday night.
Suffice it to say, Mo knowing where it was heading betweenus after the threat was over, and me knowing where this was going, we wereimpatient for it to get done.
But Mo being all that was Mo, his impatience, likeeverything else about him, manifested itself in much larger ways.
The man was a ticking time bomb.
This partly had to do with him wanting to get to know mebetter, and it was hard (very hard) to try to keep things casual, keepa distance, be professional, when we were together twenty-four hours a day.
We cooked together.We ate together.We watched TV together.And after putting a sheet up over the windows (something I did not like, butgetting what I got after, that being hanging with Mo, I was okay with it) Molounged on the couch opposite mine in my bedroom with his eyes closed while Iread.Even with eyes closed, I knew he was awake, looking Zen (and insanelyfuckable), but he was also undoubtedly alert.
We talked.
