is everyone?”
“Right here.”
He flopped down in a chair, obviously
in no rush to finish dressing. The man could wear the hell out of a pair of
jeans. This one had a hole in the upper left thigh which totally drew her gaze.
They fit like shrink-wrap to those powerful quads and did nothing to stop her
overactive— way overactive—imagination.
“What do you mean?”
Her palms were a bit sweaty and she
prayed he couldn’t see her nipples tightening. Was it getting hot in here? She
could feel the moisture gathering between her breasts.
“I’m it for the night. Just me.” His
deep gaze smouldered.
Be
professional, LeBenoit.
“Okay, well, I’ll be out of your hair
in no time. I just have to check for messages and leave a note.”
He stretched his long legs out and she
bit back a whimper.
“Don’t rush on my account. Perhaps you
could stay and keep me company a bit. Your messages are on the table here.”
She crossed to his side and reached for
them, half expecting him to grab her. “Let me go take care of these messages
and I’ll be back.”
His lips curled up slightly. “Great.”
Back in her room, she shuddered and
sank to the couch. Could she do it? She wasn’t all that tired and she did like
being with Taber. He was funny, intelligent, not to mention extremely easy on
the eyes. She hurried through her messages and found one from Rochelle to call
about dinner. The final one was from her boss.
Soon, she had double-checked the lock
on her door and was pushing back through to the other room. Taber had moved and
had put on a shirt. She had mixed emotions about that. It was black and
blessedly tight, barely seeming to contain his arms.
“Cards work for you?” he asked, staring
at her.
“Sure.” She placed a bottle of water
down and sat across from him, the table between them. “What are we playing?”
“Gin? Rummy? Gin rummy?”
She chuckled. “Gin is fine.”
He shuffled and dealt with swift
efficiency. Into the first hand, she glanced over the top of his cards at him.
“Tell me your story, Special Agent
Kysenzki.” While there were other things to do with him on her mind, including
licking him all over, she knew the room had surveillance and all things were
recorded. She hoped he knew. Plus, she truly was curious why he was in his job.
“I’m the middle of three. All boys. The
youngest, Pete, is a naval pilot. Cort is a
US
Marshall
. Born
and raised in the great state of
Texas
.
As to the job, I lost my best friend to a drug deal gone bad when I was a teen
and decided the day he was buried I would do everything I could to stop the
trafficking of illegal drugs.”
He never looked at her as he answered,
just continued to play cards. Still, her heart went out to him. “I’m sorry for
your loss.”
He smiled slightly. “What’s your story,
LeBenoit?”
Taber lifted his head and pinned her
with his gaze. His heat seared her.
“I come from a large family.” She knew
he knew that for he’d seen her picture wall. “From
Louisiana
. A small town on the bayou. They
came and recruited me when I…I uncovered a huge gun deal.” She picked up the
card he’d just discarded. “Worked my way up through the ranks to finally make
Special Agent.”
He nodded. “Tell me why everyone’s so
scared of you.”
Her eyes widened. “I have absolutely no
idea.”
“Really? How about why you don’t like
the DEA?”
He baited her, she knew it. She lifted
a brow and stared at him. “Do any of the alphabet groups get along? Really?”
With a smirk, she lay down her hand. “Gin.”
Taber counted his points and handed her
the cards to shuffle and deal. “Guess not. But I hear you spit out DEA for
breakfast.”
This time, she laughed. “Wow, I sound
like an ogre.”
His blue eyes twinkled. “Don’t look
like one… Don’t yell at me. I’m a red blooded male who’s not blind.” He smiled.
“I think I see why you scare people. Your glare could freeze hell.”
“Ahh, sorry. I
“Right here.”
He flopped down in a chair, obviously
in no rush to finish dressing. The man could wear the hell out of a pair of
jeans. This one had a hole in the upper left thigh which totally drew her gaze.
They fit like shrink-wrap to those powerful quads and did nothing to stop her
overactive— way overactive—imagination.
“What do you mean?”
Her palms were a bit sweaty and she
prayed he couldn’t see her nipples tightening. Was it getting hot in here? She
could feel the moisture gathering between her breasts.
“I’m it for the night. Just me.” His
deep gaze smouldered.
Be
professional, LeBenoit.
“Okay, well, I’ll be out of your hair
in no time. I just have to check for messages and leave a note.”
He stretched his long legs out and she
bit back a whimper.
“Don’t rush on my account. Perhaps you
could stay and keep me company a bit. Your messages are on the table here.”
She crossed to his side and reached for
them, half expecting him to grab her. “Let me go take care of these messages
and I’ll be back.”
His lips curled up slightly. “Great.”
Back in her room, she shuddered and
sank to the couch. Could she do it? She wasn’t all that tired and she did like
being with Taber. He was funny, intelligent, not to mention extremely easy on
the eyes. She hurried through her messages and found one from Rochelle to call
about dinner. The final one was from her boss.
Soon, she had double-checked the lock
on her door and was pushing back through to the other room. Taber had moved and
had put on a shirt. She had mixed emotions about that. It was black and
blessedly tight, barely seeming to contain his arms.
“Cards work for you?” he asked, staring
at her.
“Sure.” She placed a bottle of water
down and sat across from him, the table between them. “What are we playing?”
“Gin? Rummy? Gin rummy?”
She chuckled. “Gin is fine.”
He shuffled and dealt with swift
efficiency. Into the first hand, she glanced over the top of his cards at him.
“Tell me your story, Special Agent
Kysenzki.” While there were other things to do with him on her mind, including
licking him all over, she knew the room had surveillance and all things were
recorded. She hoped he knew. Plus, she truly was curious why he was in his job.
“I’m the middle of three. All boys. The
youngest, Pete, is a naval pilot. Cort is a
US
Marshall
. Born
and raised in the great state of
Texas
.
As to the job, I lost my best friend to a drug deal gone bad when I was a teen
and decided the day he was buried I would do everything I could to stop the
trafficking of illegal drugs.”
He never looked at her as he answered,
just continued to play cards. Still, her heart went out to him. “I’m sorry for
your loss.”
He smiled slightly. “What’s your story,
LeBenoit?”
Taber lifted his head and pinned her
with his gaze. His heat seared her.
“I come from a large family.” She knew
he knew that for he’d seen her picture wall. “From
Louisiana
. A small town on the bayou. They
came and recruited me when I…I uncovered a huge gun deal.” She picked up the
card he’d just discarded. “Worked my way up through the ranks to finally make
Special Agent.”
He nodded. “Tell me why everyone’s so
scared of you.”
Her eyes widened. “I have absolutely no
idea.”
“Really? How about why you don’t like
the DEA?”
He baited her, she knew it. She lifted
a brow and stared at him. “Do any of the alphabet groups get along? Really?”
With a smirk, she lay down her hand. “Gin.”
Taber counted his points and handed her
the cards to shuffle and deal. “Guess not. But I hear you spit out DEA for
breakfast.”
This time, she laughed. “Wow, I sound
like an ogre.”
His blue eyes twinkled. “Don’t look
like one… Don’t yell at me. I’m a red blooded male who’s not blind.” He smiled.
“I think I see why you scare people. Your glare could freeze hell.”
“Ahh, sorry. I
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