Please. I’ll be careful. I won’t be long.
Her sigh feathered on his skin. He put his hand over hers, both of their palms together covering the twisted skin on his leg.‘I can still smell it now,’ she told him. ‘Even though I’ve left. Sometimes I can taste it.’
‘Bourbon drowns out the taste,’ he said. ‘For a little while.’‘And what about the noise?’‘I sail. When I can. It’s quiet on the water.’
‘Is it quiet now?’‘Yes.’ He rolled on to his side, and kissed her. ‘With you, it is.’
‘You could have died,’ she said again, ‘and I would have never known.’
‘You would have known,’ he told her. ‘We’ll always know.’She returned the smile. She’d already found the right case . . . She slapped a stack of mail against his chest as he walked by.
Behind him was Lucas and he slowed at her desk to look her over.She looked right back. Black knit cap, black long-sleeved T-shirt snugged over his broad chest, black cargoes on his long legs, kickass boots. Body loose, not tense, his dark eyes sharp and maybe slightly wary. He looked tall, dark and edgy, and just about the opposite of everything she might want in a man—if she’d wanted one—which didn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat or two.
The corner of his sexy mouth curved and she felt heat flicker through her veins.Joe was behind Lucas, and on his phone. Without looking up, he gave his partner a shove. Lucas didn’t budge, holding his ground for another beat, most likely being a male through and through and therefore making it clear that he wouldn’t move until he was good and ready. When his point was apparently made, he shifted out of Joe’s way.