This made him look more pissed off.
It might make me a freak but Hank, normal y, was seriously handsome. Hank pissed off was off-the-charts handsome.
“You’re even better looking when you’re angry.” Now, why did I say that?
He stared at me and, luckily, ignored my comment.
Then he said, “I dated a girl al through high school. She was pretty, but when she walked in a room, only I noticed her, not every f**kin’ guy in the room. She wore normal clothes, not shit that looks like it comes from the pages of a fashion magazine. She never threw attitude at anyone. She never got drunk, never listened to music too loud, never stayed out after curfew, wouldn’t know trouble if it bit her in the ass and wouldn’t even know how to keep a secret.” My heart clenched, definite pre-heart-attack for sure. I should have asked for CPR.
“You should have married her,” I said, sounding uppity.
He let me go, closed his eyes, wiped his hand on his forehead and agreed with me. “I should have married her.” Wel !
“If you’l remember, I didn’t want to have dinner with you,” I reminded him.
He dropped his hand and his eyes locked on mine,
“Sunshine, you want to have dinner with me, you want me to kiss you and, later, you’re gonna beg me to do other things to you too.”
I put my hands to my h*ps even as the blood rushed to very specific parts of my body. “I don’t think so, Hank Nightingale. This has official y become the shortest date in history. You want to find your high school girlfriend? Start looking now.”
Quick as a flash, he grabbed my waist and hauled me up against his body.
“You want to pretend you don’t feel what’s between us, be my guest,” he said, his face close to mine. “You’l admit it soon enough.”
“There’s nothing to feel.”
His brows drew together. “Honestly?” he asked.
I scowled at him because even I couldn’t utter that lie again.
“You shouldn’t have answered my phone,” I said.
“I thought it’d be Indy, bein’ a pain in the ass, as usual. I didn’t know the evil wind was gonna blow through just yet. I was hoping, at least, for a little time to knock down that guard you got up. Seems I’m gonna have to speed things up a bit.”
Speed things up a bit?
We were going Mach Five and I wasn’t even certain Mach Five existed.
“Who was on the phone?” he asked.
I kept up the scowl and didn’t answer.
“Tel me one thing, are you in danger?”
I lost my scowl and felt my body begin to melt.
Shit.
He was worried about me.
Bil y had taken a sledgehammer to the door and he’d put his arm to my throat, once. Even after years of me running away and more than a year of no sex, he’d never raised a hand to me after the arm incident. He was intense, that was for certain, but every time I pretended to escape, he brought me back by talking me into it (or, at least, I let him think that).
I didn’t think I was in danger. I was just trapped.
“I’m not in danger, I just have… a situation. I’m fixing it,” I told Hank.
“Now isn’t the time to lie.” Hank told me in his authoritative tone.