fell into a bed smelling of hotel laundry soap. I pushed into the pillow and moaned. Suddenly, the bed tilted and I grabbed with both hands, struggling to stay on. I saw Lucas sitting on the edge. He had his back to me, and was peeling the label from an empty champagne bottle.
“One month,” he said. “You knew what I meant.”
He stood and the bed tumbled into a yawning pit of black. I started to scream, but the sound turned to a happy shriek.
“Cortez! You’re getting champagne—get that bottle away from the bed!”
The scene cleared. Another hotel room. Three months ago. We were crossing the country at a snail’s pace, with nowhere to go, nothing to do but enjoy the trip. The day before, Maria had wired Lucas the insurance money from his stolen motorcycle, and tonight he’d insisted on using part of it to get us a room with a Jacuzzi tub, a fire-place, and an adjoining suite for Savannah.
We were in bed, where we’d been since arriving late that afternoon. Room-service plates littered the floor and, from somewhere in the mess, Lucas had pulled out a bottle of champagne, which was now frothing onto the sheets…and me. As I laughed, he shook the last bits of foam onto me, then grabbed glasses, filled them, and handed me one.
“To one month,” he said.
“A month?” I sat up. “Oh, right. One month since we beat the Nast Cabal and saved Savannah, an act which we may live to regret. Technically, though, you’re a few days early.”
Lucas hesitated, face clouding for a split second before he nodded. “I suppose I am.”
The memory fast-forwarded a few hours. I was nestled in bed, champagne still singing in my head. Lucas’s warmth pressed against my back. He stirred, mumbled something, and slid his hand between my legs. I shifted and rubbed against his fingers. A drowsy laugh, then his finger slipped inside me, a slow, soft probe. I moaned, my flesh tender from the long night but the slight ache only accentuating another deeper ache. He pulled his finger out and tickled a fingertip across the top of my clitoris. I moaned again and shifted my legs apart. He started a slow, teasing exploration that made me clutch the pillow.
“Lucas,” I whispered.
Another laugh, but this one clear, no signs of sleepiness. I forced myself to shift from sleep to waking, and still felt a warm hand stroking me from behind.
“Lucas?”
A low laugh. “I should hope so.”
I started to flip over, felt his hand disengage, and reached down to grab it.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
“I won’t.” He leaned over my shoulder, and slid his finger back inside me. “Better?”
“God, yes.” I arched my back against him. “How—how’d you get here?”
“Magic.”
“Mmmm.”
“A good surprise?”
“The best.”
He laughed softly. “Go back to sleep, then. I have everything under control.”
“Mmmm.”
As for falling back to sleep, naturally I did no such thing. Afterward, I propped myself up on Lucas’s chest and grinned.
“These surprise visits are getting better all the time.”
He returned a crooked smile. “I take it my unexpected arrival isn’t completely objectionable, even if I did disturb your sleep?”
“Disturb away. It is a surprise, though. What happened with your case?”
“It ended this afternoon. Once the prosecution confirmed that its new witness resided in a cemetery, they decided to move straight to closing arguments.”
“A definite advantage to working in a human court. They never subpoena dead witnesses.”
“This is true. So, I’m here to help, if you want me.”
“Hell, yes,” I said, grinning. “In every possible way. So you’re staying?”
“If that’s all right with—”
“It’s great. I can’t even remember the last time we spent more than a weekend together.”
“It has been a while,” Lucas said softly, then cleared his throat. “My schedule lately has been busier than I anticipated, and I realize this isn’t an ideal arrangement for a relationship—”
“It’s fine,” I said.
“It’s not what you expected.”
“I didn’t expect anything.” I flipped off him and sat up. “No expectations, remember? Take it one day at a time. That’s what we agreed.”
“Yes, I know that’s what you said, but—”
“It’s what I meant. No expectations, no pressure. You stay for as long as you like.”
Lucas pulled himself up. “That’s not what—” He paused. “We need to talk, Paige.”
“Sure.”
I felt Lucas watching me in the darkness, but he said nothing.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked after a few moments.
“About—” He held my gaze for a moment, then looked away. “About the case. What happened tonight?”