“What brand is that?”
“Stun-gunning, running for your life, bar brawls. We could go out and try to rustle something up but I think Eddie’d frown on that.”
“You got any perps to stake out?” I asked hopeful y, sounding depressingly like Ada. It wouldn’t be a great deal of fun, but it’d be something. “I’l make a thermos of coffee.” His lips turned up. “I’m off-duty tonight.” Hmm.
“You know how to play poker?” I tried.
His eyes slid to me again. “You play poker?” he asked.
“No, I thought you could teach me.”
His eyes went that lazy-flirty again. I immediately thought it was a bad idea, but it was too late. He clicked off the TV, got up, grabbed my hand and pul ed me up.
“Let’s see if Eddie’s got some cards.”
* * * * *
“Shit, Hank. Seriously?”
I was dreaming, Eddie was speaking and Eddie sounded kinda pissed off.
“She fel asleep. I didn’t want to wake her.” That was confusing, now Hank was speaking and he sounded kinda amused.
I was used to dreaming of Eddie, I hadn’t dreamt of Hank yet. Dreaming of Hank and Eddie was probably not a good thing.
I tried opening my eyes.
They opened al right and I could see down a long leg, at the end of which was a foot wearing a brown boot that was sitting on a coffee table. Beyond the coffee table was another pair of legs in faded jeans. I looked up the jeans to see Eddie’s belt, then Eddie’s abs, then Eddie’s chest, then Eddie.
“Hey,” I said to Eddie, stil half-asleep.
He was staring down at me and I was right, he was kinda pissed off.
I blinked.
“What?” I asked.
“You wanna get your head out of Hank’s lap?” I shot up and twisted around and I did it so fast, I became dizzy and had to throw my hand out to steady myself. It landed on Hank’s thigh. I pul ed it away like it burned and stared at Hank.
He was grinning at me.
My f**king luck.
Definitely the boy-next-door with an edge.
His hand came out and he wrapped it around my head.
Then he leaned forward, kissed my forehead, pul ed back and looked in my eyes.
“Fun night, Jet,” he said.
Then he got up and grinned at Eddie too and said, “We had dinner, we played poker, we didn’t get shot at and she fel asleep watching a movie. You should be thanking me.” Eddie just stared at him, obviously not feeling thankful.
This made Hank’s grin turn into a ful -on smile.
“I’l let myself out,” Hank offered, the smile firmly in place.
He thought this was hilarious.