I flipped the phone shut.
“Annette’s thinking of moving to Denver,” I told him.
Hank’s hand came to my knee, his eyes registered approval. “That’l be good.”
I bit my lip.
Hank watched my mouth.
“Shit,” Hank said.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t like your look,” he said.
“What look?” I asked.
He leaned into me and his hand slid up my thigh to rest at the side of my hip.
“Rewind,” he said, his face close to mine. “Let’s go back to the Roxie of fifteen minutes ago. The sweet one who didn’t argue and did what she was told. I like her.” Wel !
“That isn’t the Real Roxie. The Real Roxie argues and never does what she’s told and is a pain in the ass. This Roxie is Freaked-Out Life-in-Danger Roxie. You don’t like the Real Roxie, then give me back my car and I’l go home to Chicago,” I told him.
His eyes went lazy. “I like Real Roxie too.” My eyes narrowed.
He grinned.
Then, he went on. “I was just enjoyin’ the sweet one.” Then he took my hand, lifted it and pressed my middle finger to his lower lip reminding me what I’d done in the safe room and showing me how he felt about it. I held my breath as his mouth opened and his tongue touched my finger.
“Good God,” I whispered, staring at his mouth and completely forgetting about my snit.
“Black bean dip,” the bartender announced, oblivious to the public foreplay, pul ing us out of the moment and putting a bowl of dip and some corn chips in between our beers.
My eyes slid to the side and I saw a table of three women. Al three were staring at us openly. Or more to the point, staring at Hank. Their faces al showed identical expressions of sweltering hot lust to the point of being openly carnal.
I yanked my hand away from Hank’s and reached for a chip while I col ected myself. I heard Hank’s soft chuckle before he took a pul of his beer.
Fucking Hank.
My phone rang again, I grabbed it as I dipped in the chip and flipped it open. “Hel o?”
“Hey girl,” Al y said. “Where are you?”
“I’m at Reiver’s with Hank,” I said.
“Excel ent! We were al going out to get some food, too late for you two. How about Annette and Jason?”
“I’m sure they’d like to go,” then I gave her Annette’s number.
“Cool. I’l cal . Listen, tel Hank not to worry. I know he’s got to work tonight. Tel him Carl is going to be there and so is Jason. We’ve got enough stun guns to go around and Daisy’s bringing a bodyguard.”
My body went stil .
“Stun guns?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered, as if they were accessories akin to a handbag or a belt.
“Bodyguard?” I stayed on target.