Mo needed the lights to dim even though he would beconcerned the guy would make his move when they did.
It seemed to take years for them to go out.
His hand went right up, wrist to lips.
“Red polo.Jeans.Thinning hair.Second row.Left side.Stayon him,” he ordered before tagging Lottie’s robe.
He was two seconds late in throwing it over her bareshoulders.
She took off her top only in the final few seconds of herlast song and never her panties.
He stillreallyhated it that hundreds (probablythousands) of people had seen her mostly naked.
But tonight, he hated it oh so fucking much more.
He didn’t have headspace for that.
The second she had her hands through the arms of the robe,he took hold of her and started to move her to safe ground.
“Eyes on him,” Axl, one of his buddies on Hawk’s team saidin Mo’s earpiece.“I’m on him.Following through.”
This meant Axl would tail him home.
He got Lottie into the room, the girls streamed out, and helooked down at her.
“Gonnastep into the hall.Be gonehalf a minute.Lock the door.Get dressed.”
She stared up at him, her hands arrested in the act of tyingher robe closed.
“Lottie,” he growled.
“Okay.Locking the door,” she whispered.
He went out.Heard the lock go.
He then stepped two steps to the side and pulled out hisphone.
He called Hawk.
“Status,” Hawk said as greeting, not sounding like Mo justwoke him, even though Mo knew he just woke him, and waking Hawk, he probablywoke Hawk’s wife, Gwen.
Undoubtedly a common occurrence for Gwen.
Fortunately, she was a kickass chick and she loved her manso much, Hawk could grow a beer gut and take up fishing every weekend and she’dsimply wait for him to come home and still jump his bones.
“He’s here tonight.”
“He made a move?”Hawk asked.
“No.But I know it’s him.Axl’s on him.I want him takentonight.”
Hawk said nothing.
Mo didn’t either, letting his boss think.
Finally, Hawk spoke.
“Gut?”
