I bet he would.
But…
They got him.
Ohmigod,they got him.
Instead of doing a round-off followed by anarms-up-in-the-air, heels-kicked-back jump, I walked to my coffee table and putthe hairspray down.
When I gave my attention back to Axl, I saw I hadn’t losthis.
“Mind if I have some coffee?”he asked.
“Help yourself,” I answered, wandering toward the kitchenand stopping.“Pods in the cupboard above the machine.”
He reached to the cupboard above the machine.
“Who was he?”I asked.
“Semi-regular.Totalwhackjob,” hemuttered, putting the bowl of pods on the counter and hitting the button ontop, making it blink green.
Then he turned again toward me.
Whoa.
Clear, ice-blue eyes.
Nice.
“He comes to the club on occasion,” he went on.“And—”
He cut himself off as he tensed, straightened and then usedthose long legs of his to move toward me, by me then stop four feet beyond mejust as I heard the front door slam, heavy footfalls…
I stepped to the side so I could see past Axl.
Then I stopped dead.
Because Mo caught sight of me and he stopped dead one footinto the living room.
My panties grew wet and my mind went into a trance as Moagain very successfully communicated non-verbally.
This time he was communicating the wait was over.
And what was to come next was going to be worth that wait.
“Go,” he grunted.
“Gotcha,” Axl replied, humor dripping off that word.“Niceto meet you, Lottie,” he said as he strolled across the room.
I stared at Mo and didn’t say a word.
I’d apologize for being rude later.
Vaguely, I heard the front door open.
Vaguely, I heard the front door close.
I forced myself to speak.
