Okay, now I was confused.
“What?” I asked.
Mace shook his head and opened the door.
Eric stood outside and I noted somewhat dazedly that he looked good.
He was tal , about three inches shorter than Mace but stil tal . He had black hair with a fantastic wave to it that, if he let it grow long, it would be curly. Not girlie-curly but man-curly and hot. Instead, he wore it long-ish and it always looked just out of bed messy and, wel , hot. He had intense, black eyes and a lean, muscled body. As I mentioned, he was hot, definitely, but in my eyes, no one was hotter than Mace, even hotter than hot Eric.
Eric saw me first, his concerned face registered relief that I was standing and breathing. He started to take a step toward me but stopped and froze when his eyes hit Mace.
Juno lifted her head and woofed her greeting to Eric from the bed but clearly was too tuckered out from hanging out with the Rock Chicks at The Castle to give it in doggie person. She put her head back down on her paws but her body shook with her tail just to let Eric know she was total y welcome to him coming to her and saying hel o.
Eric didn’t have time for Juno just now. His gaze swung back to me then to Mace. Then he walked in, Mace threw the door to and when it caught the frame, Eric exploded,
“What the f**k is going on? ”
Juno woofed again, not entirely sure what to think about this unusual greeting.
“Eric,” I said quietly.
“Who’s this f**kin’ guy?” Eric asked, jerking his head to Mace.
“You know who I am.” Mace confused me further by saying.
saying.
“I do?” Eric’s tone was bel igerent.
“He does?” My tone was bewildered.
“You do,” Mace answered, his eyes never leaving Eric.
Eric turned to him and something changed in the room.
Something lead singers in rock bands wouldn’t get. Only hot guys who deal in the world of crime and punishment would get it. So I didn’t get it.
“Yeah, I do,” Eric replied, his tone now dangerous and I felt something not happy crawling along my skin at this admission. “What I wanna know is, what the f**k are you doin’ here?”
“I could ask you the same f**kin’ thing,” Mace returned.
This did not give me a warm fuzzy feeling. Most especial y because they both looked like they were about to rip each other’s head’s off and, outside the obvious, there was more to it, I just didn’t know what it was.
“Erm… boys?” I cal ed.
Eric tore his gaze from Mace and did a head-to-toe of me, his eyes snapping back to the bandage peeking from under my shorts.
Then his gaze cut back to Mace.
“So she did get hit,” Eric said to Mace.
What?
He knew I was shot?
What was going on?
“She got hit,” Mace replied.