“No, I’m wondering if I should skip town before getting lynched.”
Hmm.
“Can I keep the stun gun?” I asked.
Lee didn’t answer.
He pulled up in front of my house and I turned to him, I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer.
“Is it a bad thing that I’m, like, totally jazzed?”
Lee twisted toward me, his face in shadow. “No.”
“Did you learn to fight like that in Special Operations School?”
“I learned to fight like that in bar fights.”
“Aren’t you jazzed?” I asked, he seemed so calm.
“Yeah, I’m jazzed. And I’d like you to get out of the car so I can go to the station and deal with the paperwork and get home so I can work that feelin’ out with you.”
Holy crap.
“Okay!” I chirped, leaned forward and gave him a quick peck and hightailed it out of his car.
Lee took off when I was safely inside.
I let Chowleena out the front for a change of scenery.
I ran upstairs and yanked out my red lace undies and garter belt.
There was gratitude owed not to mention I was allowing happiness to seep through those walls Lee said I had built around me.
And I had one seriously hot, badass, good-looking boyfriend.
I didn’t have any stockings that weren’t black so black would have to do. I had a pair of black pumps with a dangerously pointed toe, a thin stiletto heel and a saucy ankle strap and I yanked them out of their box. I pulled off my clothes, put on the underwear, threw on a short robe, and ran and called Chowleena in. Then I smoothed on the stockings and lit the room softly with a small lamp on my dressing table that gave just enough light to see but not enough light to see.
Then I paced, waiting for Lee. It couldn’t take that long and he was jazzed, he’d want to get home.
I put the shoes by the side of the bed so I could put them on when I heard him come in.
I laid down on my bed to wait.
Immediately my adrenalin crashed and I fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
We Aren’t Practice for the Real Thing
I heard Lee mutter, “Fuck,” and my wrist was circled by his fingers.
I opened my eyes and saw him lay back in the bed, his hand at his jaw.
“Hey,” I said sleepily.
“You didn’t wait long,” he answered, letting my wrist go.
“I crashed.”