give you a fair deal, especially if you tell him that Susan sent you.”
My pulse picked up again, though not from fear this time. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew who she was going to suggest, especially since he’d pointed me toward Susan in the first place.
“Oh, yeah?” I still asked.
She nodded. “Shade Ganavan. He works out of the docks. Ganavan’s Products and Parts.”
Bingo. “He’s already on the job,” I said, warmth spreading through me. “And getting me a door for half price.”
She smiled, seeming to relax again. “Oh, good. He’s excellent. Very competent. And very nice.”
Very nice wasn’t quite how I would have described him—I liked a man with a bit of an edge—but my heart still did a little flip in my chest.
And when it came right down to it, he did seem nice. Cheap doors and vitamin D didn’t lie. Right?
“How do you know Shade?” I asked.
“I knew his parents first. When I opened this shop, his father bought a lot of books. So did Shade’s mother. Shade did, too, even as a youngster. In fact”—she laughed softly—“they might have kept me in business for the first several years.”
It sounded as though Shade had family money. Did that mean he could sell or not sell the things in his shop and take on any odd job he wanted, because he was already all set?
Susan’s expression gained a hint of nostalgia. “His parents were the studious sort, but Shade… He went for the novels every time.”
The warmth inside me grew, gathering around my heart. “What kind of novels?” I asked.
“Every kind,” Susan said, smiling again. “But he liked the adventure ones the best.”
I smiled back. So did I. “And what does he like now?”
She arched her brows. “If he’s smart, tall brunettes.”
A flush hit me like a solar flare, blasting heat off my face.
“Shower time?” Susan asked, bypassing my obvious reaction as though I hadn’t just turned bright red and held my breath.
“I can’t wait,” I admitted a little hoarsely, wondering what percentage being clean and fresh for Shade Ganavan factored into my enthusiasm—and even into my original request.
Chapter 14
Shade peeled himself off the dark wall and fell into step a good distance behind Tess, wondering what the hell had taken her so long. Three hours with Susan. What had they been doing? Drinking tea? Having dinner? Patting cats?
He’d followed her from the Squirrel Tree, watching her slip seamlessly through the city with her hover crate. She’d moved in a way that hadn’t been suspicious at all, somehow looking natural while still keeping to the shadows and melting into the coming night. She’d gone to Susan’s back door to unload her books and then hadn’t come out again until now. Finally.
“About time,” he muttered under his breath. He’d actually started to worry that she’d slipped out, and he’d missed her. He rarely dropped the ball like that, but Tess was discreet.
She’d left her container behind, but that wasn’t unusual. There was a sort of rolling galactic loan system where hover crates were concerned. You dropped one off, you picked one up. And they were cheap. Just tin cans made useful by a bit of tech.
Shade kept her in sight this time, not wanting to lose her in the dark if she took an unexpected turn. Earlier, he’d known where she was going, which had meant he could give her more space. This time, he couldn’t be sure of her destination or of the path she’d take. Nothing dictated that Tess would go straight back to her ship, or that she’d use the same streets as before, even if they were the most direct.
On the surface at least, she didn’t look any more nervous about moving through the city at night than she had at dusk. Everything about her screamed confidence, which made the flashes of confusion and embarrassment he’d seen in her all the more intriguing.
Considering he might ruin her life, the fact that he enjoyed bringing out that nuclear blush probably made him a real bastard. But Tess made him think all sorts of delicious and dirty thoughts. And the way she sometimes looked at him, like she was ready and willing to do wild things, sent his blood rushing straight to his cock when he really needed it in his head.
Tess drew the eyes of more men than Shade liked as she walked, but she let the attention roll right off her like she didn’t give two fucks. Women looked at her, too, probably wishing