Of course, I was too but I decided not to think about my stubbornness. Only his.
“We’re not going to work,” I whispered, again returning to my earlier theme (see? Stubborn).
His full attention focused on me and it did it in a way I braced as one of his hands slid up my neck and into my hair.
Then his head dropped, his mouth captured mine and he kissed me, hard, wet, deep, thorough and long.
Very long.
And very, very well.
So long and so well, when he was done, he lifted his head and gazed down at me, the haze he created took its time to clear and I heard it.
Nothing.
“I think they’re gone,” I whispered.
He cocked his head and listened. Then he let me go, grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the door saying, “Thank Christ, let’s go eat. I’m f**kin’ starved.”
Yep, that’s what he said.
Not like we had a drama.
Not like he heard a word I said.
Not like the Trailer Trash Twins had again come calling.
No, like we often went out to dinner and all that had gone before was like a last minute phone call that was a minor diversion before we could get out the door.
Yes, Detective Mitchell James Lawson was stubborn.
More stubborn than me.
Damn.
Chapter Twenty-One
Drug of Choice
My eyes opened slowly and they instantly took in everything.
I was in Mitch’s big bed. Down the bed I could see his club chair and draped over the club chair was my silky, sapphire top and jeans. These were tangled with a man’s espresso-colored, tailored shirt, matching sports jacket and another pair of jeans with a brown belt threaded through its loops. My shoes were on the floor as were a pair of men’s boots.
There was heat behind me and I knew what this heat was. It was Mitch. There was weight on my waist and I knew what this weight was. It was Mitch’s arm.
I felt warm and safe and I knew why this was. I was in Mitch’s bed, in Mitch’s apartment with Mitch.
And no Billie.
Billie and Billy were in another house somewhere not there.
Oh boy.
* * * * *
North was an Italian restaurant in Cherry Creek. I’d been there twice before. The food was fabulous, the décor gorgeous – dark wood, cream leather seats with hints of lime green and bright orange. It was awesome.
Nearly the minute we arrived, Mitch being a detective, stubborn and clearly, I was belatedly realizing, having an insane desire to wheedle himself into the life of a Two Point Five, took advantage of my highly emotional state.