No doubt about that, Sidney Carter was definitely crazy.
No doubt about that, Sidney Carter was definitely crazy.
And maybe Eddie wasn’t wound down. Maybe Eddie just wanted to think about this later, as in, while tel ing crazy stories to our grandchildren when we were retired and living in Arizona.
I sat on the bed and yanked off my boots.
“You okay?” Eddie asked and I looked up at him.
Then I quit breathing.
He was standing there total y naked, arms crossed on his chest, eyes on me.
Eddie had no problem with nudity.
Also, it should be said, I had no problem with Eddie’s nudity.
I shrugged off thoughts of how little problem I had with Eddie’s nudity and nodded.
I was okay.
I’d learned a long time ago that if you were stil walking and breathing, it was best just to get on with it.
I got up, pul ing off my jeans then taking off my bra as Eddie got into bed. I grabbed his t-shirt and was about to tug it on when Eddie stopped me by saying, “Don’t think so.”
My arms through the sleeves of his tee but not yet having pul ed it over my head, my eyes moved to him.
“What?” I asked.
“Drop the shirt, mi amor, ” Eddie demanded in a soft voice, his eyes, I could see from the length of the bed, were liquid.
My bel y melted.
I dropped the shirt.
Then I put hands and knees to the bed and crawled toward him, his body between my limbs. I watched his face as he watched my progress, a smile playing about his mouth as I made my way up his length. When we were face-to-face, I stopped and lowered myself ful on him.
His arms wrapped around me, one hand going into my panties at my behind.
“You okay with staying here?” I asked and watched Eddie’s liquid black eyes start glittering.
Eddie hated Marcus. Marcus hated Eddie. Our current arrangement was not an optimal situation. Both men put up with each other for the sake of Daisy and my friendship.
This was a tentative truce, very tentative.
Before he met me and before I met Daisy, Eddie had spent some time trying to bring Marcus down. Marcus was not clean, not by a long shot. Somewhere along the line, Eddie had pul ed back from his pursuit of Marcus and Marcus, Eddie told me, had pul ed out of some of his more vil ainous ventures. Marcus wasn’t ready to go clean and Eddie wasn’t ready to give up.
If Marcus slipped up, Eddie would nail him.
Eddie and I being houseguests of the Sloans went against Eddie’s grain.
In a big way.
Not to mention, Eddie told me last night that the Denver Police Department told him they also frowned on our current arrangement. This meant Eddie wasn’t going to win Detective of the Year. Since Eddie frequently went his own way, he’d likely never even be nominated (not that they actual y had a Detective of the Year award). I knew Eddie was okay with that, he wasn’t big on politics and working the system, he preferred to focus on the job or, at least, his way of doing it.
Eyes stil glittering, Eddie answered, “Wil in’ to do just about anything to see you safe.”
I knew what he said was true. He’d proved it more than once.