“You mean when you aren’t beating the shit of someone on Thursday nights?”
He smiles at me and it’s all dimples but I don’t smile back because I was really thinking of what else he does with those hands.
I turn away and walk to the exposed brick wall on the far side of the space.
“Keeping this?”
“Now that you’ve touched it,” he replies. “How could I ever bear to part with it?”
I toss him a look over my shoulder and catch him staring at my ass. Which is a relief.
I was beginning to wonder.
He keeps pulling away just when things are gaining momentum, and it’s a problem I’m not familiar with.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Always,” he smirks. “I’d enjoy it even better in my shower in about two minutes from now.”
“Sorry.” I yawn. “Took one this morning while I was waiting on you. Which won’t be happening again, by the way.”
Rory’s still stuck on the idea of me in the shower with him, and he’s breaking out the big guns now. Whipping off his tee shirt and snapping the waistband of his pants.
He forgets who I am.
Amateur.
“Last chance.”
He winks and I grin.
“Pass. I need to go home and get some clothes, anyway.”
“I’ll give ye a lift,” he says. “Just need ten minutes or so.”
“Sure.”
I give him a mock salute and plant my ass on the sofa again, tapping my fingers over my thigh.
“Scarlett.”
Rory’s voice is serious. And he isn’t ever serious. So I turn around, and I don’t like what I find in his eyes.
“Don’t go disappearing on me again.”
My smile is weak, and my reassurance is too.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Eleven
Rory
Scarlett isquiet on the drive over to her apartment.
And nervous too.
I don’t ask her about it because that will only give her a reason to back out on our date tonight. Which was her idea.
