Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
As usual, he found none.
He dropped his eyes to hers again and tightened his arms. “No trying to sneak backstage.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” she lied. She totally would because she totally already had. “With all the drama recently, I didn’t know they were coming to town. I don’t have tickets.”
Yet was left unsaid.
She shifted her hands so they curled on his shoulders.
“Good news the condo rented,” she said quietly.
“Yeah,” he replied in the same tone.
“You want me to help you clear this out?”
“Bobby and Matt will clear it out. I’m just sortin’ through it, and you can’t help with that.”
She tipped her head to the side, and he felt her hair slide along his forearms.
Her thick, wild, auburn hair, also high up on his list.
“Want me to hang with you while you sort it?” she offered.
He wanted something from her, and he started backing her to the desk to get it.
The blue in her eyes shimmered in that way he liked so fucking much, and he felt it in his dick.
Also on his list.
“That isn’t going to get your stuff sorted, honey,” she whispered.
He lifted her so her ass was on the desk, then forced his way in, her knees opening to allow it. “You’re with me, so you can’t get kidnapped. Seems I got some free time.”
She smiled at him.
Definitely at the top of the list.
Indy Savage’s smile.
As much as he liked it, Lee angled his head and kissed it off her face.
They were in his Crossfire on the way to a late lunch.
He didn’t get much sorting done, but they say even the busiest people needed to carve out time to find ways to de-stress, and he’d definitely checked that off his to-do list.
Indy flipped her phone closed and told him what he knew, since he listened to her side of the conversation. “We have Chowleena duty tomorrow. Both Tod and Stevie are on flights.”
“Gotcha.”
“We should get a dog.”
“If you want a dog, we’ll get a dog.”
Surprise filtered through the Crossfire.
She processed that quickly and kept going in order to further feel her way through it.
“You should come with me to the Chili Peppers concert. If I can get us tickets.”
“That’d be good.”
“Ally, obviously, has to come with us.”
“Obviously.”
More surprise.
This was because, she knew he knew Indy plus Ally plus live rock and roll was not an experience any man, including one who’d been fired on during a variety of iffy occasions, would willingly walk into. He’d learned that the hard way at a Nine Inch Nails concert several years before.
But at his condo he’d come hard, as he always did with Indy.
She’d learn, and she was learning.
Naked gratitude went both ways.
Indy, being Indy, though, pushed it.
“Will you teach me how to pick locks?”
“No.”
“Ugh. You’re no fun.”
He was fun enough half an hour ago.
On that memory, Lee smiled at the windshield as he searched for a parking spot outside Las Delicias.
Not much searching had to be done. There was one right outside the door.
“You and parking spots,” Indy remarked as he backed in. “It’s unnatural.”
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she mumbled.
He parked. They got out, went into the restaurant, slid in their booth and ordered without looking at their menus.
Indy was sipping her Diet Coke, Lee his iced tea, and he was reflecting on how much he enjoyed three full weeks of no high-speed chases, car bombs exploding, or dead bodies propped in the doorway of his woman’s place of business, when it happened.
“Oh. My. God,” Indy bit off.
Lee felt her vibe and aimed his gaze from the bowl of chips to over her shoulder, something she was doing too, toward the front door.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“She’s coming over here!” Indy hissed.
And she was.
Cherry Blackwell, his ex.
She was not a woman he liked. She’d tried to trap him with a baby, something which wasn’t conducive to a copacetic breakup.
She was talented in certain areas, but mostly a bitch.
More recently, he didn’t like her because she’d confronted Indy and her posse at Twin Dragons. No reason for her to do it. Lee and Cherry had been over for years.
That was just total bitch.
Lee didn’t like failure. He took great pains to avoid it.
He considered his attraction to Cherry Blackwell a failure.
It was true, she hid the fact she was a complete bitch from him, because she liked him.
That didn’t negate the fact he’d missed it, and that wasn’t his style.
“Cherry, don’t,” he warned low when she stopped at their table.
Though, he had to wince. There were still-healing shrapnel scores on her face.
Cherry didn’t listen to him, which presented evidence as to why he’d been with her.
She had attitude. She didn’t simper or give into everything he wanted because she wanted him. Both he found boring, and both were surefire that he wouldn’t stick around.
Mostly, though, he never got deep with anyone because he was timing his move on Indy.