But I was staring at him.
“You’re arranging safe passage, new identities and a jumping off point?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re arranging safe passage, new identities and a jumping off point?” I repeated then went on, “For Lanie and Elliott?”
His brows drew together. “Uh, yeah, babe.”
“Isn’t that… doesn’t that kind of thing cost a lot of money? New identities?”
“It does, you’re in the position you have to pay in cash. It doesn’t, you got someone who does good work who owes you a marker.”
I didn’t get into why Tack might know someone who did good work with fake identities and more, why whoever that person was owed him a marker. I had bigger fish to fry.
“You’re pulling in a marker for Elliott and Lanie?”
Tack cocked his head to the side then asked, “That woman mean something to you?”
“Yes, Tack, she’s my best friend.”
“Then yeah, Red, I’m pulling in a marker for Lanie. Normal circumstances, Belova could go f**k himself but unfortunately Lanie comes with him, she means something to you so that means I’m pullin’ in a marker for him too.”
“No you’re not,” I whispered, still staring at him and his brows drew together again.
“Say again?”
“You’re pulling in that marker for me.”
His hand twisted in my hair, his face got soft and so did his voice when he answered, “Yeah.”
God. Oh God.
That was thoughtful and sweet too. And it was also evidence that Kane “Tack” Allen had a big heart.
My head fell forward and to the side until it collided with his shoulder as my arms slid around him and got tight.
I felt his head turn and in my ear he said quietly, “Fuck, baby, just with that, you made callin’ that marker worth it.”
God.
Oh God.
My head snapped back, my hands fisted in the back of his tee and I ordered, “Be a jerk.”
His chin shifted back sharply and he asked, “What?”
“I can’t deal with sweet, thoughtful Kane ‘Tack’ Allen. You need to be a jerk. Immediately. I can deal with jerky Kane ‘Tack’ Allen.”
Tack grinned but said, “Sorry, darlin’, got you tucked to me, good food cookin’ in the oven, we’re alone and no one’s bangin’ on the door. Not in the mood to be an ass**le.”
“This is unfortunate,” I muttered. Tack chuckled. I felt his humor from crotch to chest. It felt way nice and his arms got tighter as his face got closer which was way nicer.
“You’ll get used to my sweet,” he promised.
“I’m not sure about that,” I warned.
His eyes changed.