He finished moving in, pressing me back into the wall with his body. “I do that to you?” he asked, his voice silk.
Like he didn’t know.
“Back off, Crowe.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth and my heart started hammering in my chest.
“I do it to you,” he muttered.
See? I knew he knew.
“Back off,” I repeated.
His hand went from the wall to curl around the side of my neck, his other arm went around my waist and he pulled me to him. “Get Indy to show you where the offices are. Meet us there after Brother’s.”
I nodded, deciding tardily to keep silent.
“We sleepin’ at your place or mine?”
I changed my mind about keeping silent. “I’m sleeping at my place,” I informed him.
“That works for me. I like your bed.”
I rolled my eyes. When they came back to him, he was grinning again.
What… ever.
The door opened and Indy came through, closed the door and took off her ear protectors.
“Sorry guys, I tried to give you time,” she said.
I slid away from Crowe. “That’s all right,” I told her. “We’re done.”
Indy turned to take off her goggles and put them and the ear protectors away. When she did with an arm around my waist Vance pulled my back to his front. He slid my gun in the back waistband of my cords and his mouth came to my ear.
“We’re far from done,” he said there.
Over my shoulder, I threw him a look.
He threw me a grin.
Again.
Whatever.
Chapter Twelve
Channeling My Head-Crackin’ Mamma Jamma
“I think we should have a theme.”
“A theme?”
“We’re not having a theme.”
“We’ve never had a theme. We should do something, like dress up like James Bond characters.”
“It’s tomorrow night. We don’t have time.”