“Keep it in your pants, Romeo. Neither one of us is getting naked tonight.” She smiled up at him and moved her hands to his sides and then down. She dropped to a crouch and squeezed her hands down the outer part of his legs.
She slowly slid her hands up the inner seam, pausing to look up at him when she felt the tip of his length. Her mouth parted, and she swallowed the pooling saliva before quickly rising back to her feet. Yep, the old wive's tale was true. Shoe size was a pretty accurate comparison, and this guy hung to the right.
“You could have gone higher. I wouldn’t have stopped you.” He chuckled as she moved away and took her seat. Ryker was a bad, bad boy, and damn if she hadn’t been tempted to climb him like a mountain and plant her flag.Cool yourself, you little hussy.
“Coop would kick me out for molesting the customers.”
Ryker’s smile grew. “I doubt that. Are you satisfied I’m not carrying?”
“Sorry. I don’t know you.”
“Sure you do,” he said, retaking his seat. “We’ve been talking for over a year.”
Ryker rested his ankle over one his legs and moved the hem of his jeans out of the way. He pulled a small sheathed blade from his boot and slid it across the table to her. “Never forget to check a man’s boots. Keep it. You can gouge out my eyes if you feel threatened.”
Humor lurked in the depths of his gaze as she took his knife and covered it with her sweaty palms.
“Are you telling me you’re an accountant?”
Ryker chuckled. The sound was a melody to her ears. “No. I’m not an accountant.”
“Yeah, that might be a problem.” She pulled out a slip of paper from her purse, unfolded it, and slid it across the wood. “Seeing how you're dead. The IRS would probably reject your claims. Maybe I should call the police and tell them that you’ve made a miraculous recovery.”
“If you were going to do that, you wouldn’t be here.”
“But I could.”
He gave her a nod of acknowledgment before taking another long pull from his beer. His face was unreadable. His energy was not. There was only a slight tension in his energy. Her beer sat untouched. No way was she getting drunk around this guy if she was keeping her panties and her wits. She could see he’d take both.
Ryker wasn’t like normal men with a wandering gaze. He gave her the entire force of his attention, like a missile seeking its target. If she was smart, she’d walk away and ignore his calls, yet something kept her pinned to the chair.
“I suppose you could. You and I are alike in a lot of ways.”
Hardly. Harper wasn’t some badass, no matter how many cop shows she’d watched. The only self-defense she knew was thanks to the free class that Coop had given, and even then, she’d been guilt tripped into going.
“How do you figure? I’m a medium with special gifts, and you’re…what is it that you do exactly? Oh, wait, let me guess. You dance in a hot male revue? It would explain why you’re always calling me about travel.”
His smile was flirtatious, hinting at secrets he hadn’t yet shared. “Is this a game of twenty questions? I’m willing to play if you are.”
“Sure. I’ll play. What’s your profession?”Please don’t say mob boss. Please don’t say mob boss.
“I don’t have a title, but if I had to pick one that was close, I’d say… treasure hunter.”
Huh. She hadn’t been expecting that. Treasure hunter, a buff Indiana Jones. Yeah, she could see that.
“My turn. When was the last time you had a proper kiss?”
“On my twenty-first birthday. Johnny Parker.” She answered a bit too fast. “Do you ever find treasures?”
“All the time.”
“Why me?”
He tsked. “You skipped my turn.”
She conceded and raised her brow. She had skipped his turn, and he hadn’t been drunk enough to notice. Points for him.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
