“Now I have another question.”
Shit.
I’d already said too much.
I fought against the Naughty Girl Martini pul , his hand at my hip slid around my waist and held me close. The other one went to my neck.
I lost my fight against the Naughty Girl Martini pul .
“Why’d you thank Indy before you left Fortnum’s?” I stared at him for a second, not remembering, then I remembered.
As this wasn’t a dangerous question, I answered.
“She brought Uncle Tex to me.”
His arm tightened and his thumb slid across my jaw.
“How’s that? You two are close.”
I shook my head, “Until today, I’d never met him.” He blinked, slow.
“Seriously?” he asked.
My hands moved to press against his chest but he didn’t move away. I gave up and left my hands where they were.
“Seriously. We’ve been writing to each other since I was a little girl, but we’d never met. He cut the family off after he got back from the war. He talked only to me and only through letters.”
“Christ,” Hank muttered.
“He’s been writing about you al for months and I know Indy got him off his block and gave him a job. I thought it was time to try and see him and I’m hoping I can get him back to the family.”
His eyes locked on mine.
“That why you’re here?”
It wasn’t, not entirely. It was too important to lie about so I didn’t answer at al .
“Have you asked him to go home with you?” Hank went on.
I nodded. “Kind of but he’s not ready yet.”
“I expect you won’t give up.”
I shook my head.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
His approval felt like he’d wrapped his jacket around me again.
“Wil you let me go now?”
His hand slid along my neck and then into my hair from the bottom to cup the back of my head.
“After you promise me you’l be at the Marriott tomorrow at six thirty when I come to pick you up.”
“I promise,” I fibbed with great remorse. I was going to be nowhere near the Marriott even though I wished I could be.
He shook his head.