In answer, he kissed me until I was dizzy. After the kiss, his lips trailed down my cheek to my ear. “Roxanne, sweetheart, open your legs for me,” he whispered.
I opened my legs.
I was weak and I couldn’t help myself but truly, at that moment, I would have done anything for him.
He rewarded me immediately. Later, I rewarded him.
Even later stil , I’d lost al thoughts about leaving. My back was pressed to his chest, his arm was around me, my arm resting on his and our fingers were laced. I was half asleep when he murmured, “Whatever it is, I’l understand.” I snuggled deeper and prayed that was true.
* * * * *
My hair was moved away from my face and then a finger trailed down my neck. That finger turning into a ful hand as it slid down my side to rest on my hip. “Wake up, Sunshine.”
I rol ed to my back, the hand stayed where it was so it moved across to my bel y as I opened my eyes.
It was the best wakeup cal I’d ever had.
Hank was sitting on the bed, leaning over me. It was stil dark outside although a little light was coming through the blinds and there was also light coming from some other part of the house through the doorway. I could see he was dressed in a Rip Curl t-shirt and pair of dark track pants that had a wide stripe running down the side.
“You’re dressed,” I mumbled.
“Shamus and I are goin’ for a run. We’l come back, shower and I’l take you out for breakfast.” I blinked.
“Run?” I asked.
“Run,” he answered.
“As in, exercise?”
His lips twitched. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I take it you don’t run.”
“Only when chased by men wielding chainsaws.” The lip twitch turned into a grin. “That happen a lot?”
“No, but Al y says there’s one at the Haunted House she wants to take me to.”
The smile died and his brows drew together.
“Christ, don’t go to the Haunted Houses with Al y and Indy. A few years ago, Indy went berserk and broke through the hay bales they had set up to make the haunted trail and headed into the cornfields. Al the employees chased after her but since they were dressed like monsters, Indy lost her mind. They had to cal the cops to settle her down.” I lost him at “cornfields”.
“Cornfields?” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
“They have a haunted trail through cornfields?”
“Yeah, up in Thornton. Best Haunted House in Denver.
Indy and Al y go every year. Why?”
“Cornfields freak me out,” I admitted.
Hank was silent.
Then, he said, “You’re from Indiana. How in the f**k can cornfields freak you out?”