He didn’t respond and he didn’t move.
Damn.
Final y, he said, “Please tel me you didn’t have the chance to bend over in that dress.”
I did a mental replay of the night.
I hadn’t.
Except for when I bent over to use the stun gun of course.
I didn’t share that with Eddie.
“I didn’t even sit down, unless I was in the Mustang.” He didn’t say anything.
I squirmed next to him.
“Um…” I dragged it out, “about me doing al the work?” He pul ed me over his body, his hands slid down my bottom, the backs of my thighs and hooked at my knees, pul ing them up so I was straddling him.
My mouth found his in the dark.
“Can I take that as a yes?” I asked.
He didn’t answer but he pul ed off my camisole.
I was guessing that was a yes.
I went with my guess and I was right.
Chapter Nineteen
Lottie
The alarm went off, Eddie touched a button and rol ed out of bed.
I slid the covers over my head. Maybe, if I hid, he wouldn’t remember I was there.
He yanked the covers off me, grabbed my hand and pul ed me out of bed.
“Did you not hear what I said about the snooze button?” I asked as he marched me across the room.
“It’s a good thing you’re so damn pretty, Chiquita, because mostly, you’re a pain in the ass.”
* * * * *
I didn’t have to make the coffee. Eddie’d programmed it the night before and when I wandered into the kitchen, the pot was ful to the brim; fourteen whole cups of hot, fresh java. Heaven.
I had two cups while getting ready and I made Eddie one.
I poured us both travel mugs, we loaded ourselves in the truck and Eddie took me to Fortnum’s. He kissed me, deep but brief, while we sat in the truck in front of the store. He idled at the curb, watching while I walked in. I gave him a wave when I unlocked the door and went inside. He lifted his chin, slid on his shades and took off.
Then I looked behind the espresso counter. Duke and Jane, no Tex.
My heart skittered, then stopped.
“Where’s Tex?” I asked.
The first customer came in behind me.