to.
“I’m good,” Gabe said to Wasco. “Go on home.”
“Awright. Tell Jo to hang in there.”
The guys knew she was a pain in the ass, but they liked her sassy mouth. Gabe liked her sassy mouth too. For a variety of reasons. He nodded. “I will.”
Wasco strode down the hall and Gabe waited for him to get on the elevator before knocking on Jo’s door. “It’s Gabe.”
A minute later, the door swung open. She stood on the other side wearing a pair of those stretchy black yoga pants with a long-sleeved fitted T-shirt. And, once again, the wrong brain in his body took over. There was no denying this woman had one hell of a sumptuous figure. Curves in all the right places.
Places he wanted his hands to be. For a lengthy period of time.
“Hi,” she said. “Come in.”
He stepped over the threshold. “Sorry about this afternoon.”
“It’s okay. A barricaded murderer was more important than me.”
He shrugged. “Not really, but it’s the job.”
When he walked by her, she stuck her head into the hallway. “Where’s Wasco?”
“I sent him home. I’ll stay with you.”
She opened her mouth to say something, stared at the open door for a second, then shook off whatever she’d been about to say. When she closed the door, the snick of the lock echoed in the quiet hallway. Whether it was some sort of sign that he should run from the apartment rather than risk being alone with Jo after an emotionally charged day, Gabe didn’t know. Either way, he was in now and had no intention of leaving.
“Did you have to come all the way over here? Aren’t you tired? And hungry?”
He dropped onto her sofa. “Yes, I did. Yes, I’m tired. Yes, I’m hungry.” He flashed a grin. “Not bad. All three of your questions answered. Boom-boom-boom.”
She rolled her eyes and marched to the kitchen, her ponytail swinging as she walked and giving her an almost youthful appearance, a sweetness he normally wouldn’t attribute to her. He liked it though. This other side of Jo. The reverse Jo.
Over the breakfast bar, he saw her open the fridge and start pulling platters. Might as well see what she had going on there. He wandered to the kitchen and leaned against the support wall. “I didn’t come here for you to feed me.”
“I know. But I have a ton of leftovers that my mother left me. Some shindig she hosted and ordered too much food for. This is one of the benefits of having parents who are both political consultants. They go to all these fancy fundraisers.”
“Both your folks work in politics?”
She shoved one of the platters into the microwave and started it. “Yep. Mom is a democrat and Dad is a republican. Makes for interesting family debates. I refuse to visit them during October of an election year. Filthy drama.”
No wonder Jo was so combative. Suddenly, he understood her better than he had seconds before.
She shifted back to him, propped a hip against the counter and loaded him up on eye contact. Holy hell. Those blue eyes were laser sharp and focused squarely on him. Run . He should hightail it out of there. If she kissed him again, with the mood he was in, his body aching for all the wrong reasons, he’d be all over her. They’d both had a shitty day and he couldn’t summon a whole lot wrong with dropping into her bed and working off the stress.
His little brain definitely wanted things his big brain told him were a mistake. Never mind that it could completely annihilate their working relationship and splinter the mayor’s pet project.
Except, right now he wasn’t sure he cared.
“I was hoping you’d show up,” she said.
“You waited for me?”
“I did.”
He’d never been accused of being stupid. Particularly when it came to females who green lighted him. All this eye contact? Definite green light. And Jo, at least in his experience, wasn’t one to be cagey. Once she decided on a course of action, she went for it.
Typically, her course of action drove him insane. Now?
“I’m good,” Gabe said to Wasco. “Go on home.”
“Awright. Tell Jo to hang in there.”
The guys knew she was a pain in the ass, but they liked her sassy mouth. Gabe liked her sassy mouth too. For a variety of reasons. He nodded. “I will.”
Wasco strode down the hall and Gabe waited for him to get on the elevator before knocking on Jo’s door. “It’s Gabe.”
A minute later, the door swung open. She stood on the other side wearing a pair of those stretchy black yoga pants with a long-sleeved fitted T-shirt. And, once again, the wrong brain in his body took over. There was no denying this woman had one hell of a sumptuous figure. Curves in all the right places.
Places he wanted his hands to be. For a lengthy period of time.
“Hi,” she said. “Come in.”
He stepped over the threshold. “Sorry about this afternoon.”
“It’s okay. A barricaded murderer was more important than me.”
He shrugged. “Not really, but it’s the job.”
When he walked by her, she stuck her head into the hallway. “Where’s Wasco?”
“I sent him home. I’ll stay with you.”
She opened her mouth to say something, stared at the open door for a second, then shook off whatever she’d been about to say. When she closed the door, the snick of the lock echoed in the quiet hallway. Whether it was some sort of sign that he should run from the apartment rather than risk being alone with Jo after an emotionally charged day, Gabe didn’t know. Either way, he was in now and had no intention of leaving.
“Did you have to come all the way over here? Aren’t you tired? And hungry?”
He dropped onto her sofa. “Yes, I did. Yes, I’m tired. Yes, I’m hungry.” He flashed a grin. “Not bad. All three of your questions answered. Boom-boom-boom.”
She rolled her eyes and marched to the kitchen, her ponytail swinging as she walked and giving her an almost youthful appearance, a sweetness he normally wouldn’t attribute to her. He liked it though. This other side of Jo. The reverse Jo.
Over the breakfast bar, he saw her open the fridge and start pulling platters. Might as well see what she had going on there. He wandered to the kitchen and leaned against the support wall. “I didn’t come here for you to feed me.”
“I know. But I have a ton of leftovers that my mother left me. Some shindig she hosted and ordered too much food for. This is one of the benefits of having parents who are both political consultants. They go to all these fancy fundraisers.”
“Both your folks work in politics?”
She shoved one of the platters into the microwave and started it. “Yep. Mom is a democrat and Dad is a republican. Makes for interesting family debates. I refuse to visit them during October of an election year. Filthy drama.”
No wonder Jo was so combative. Suddenly, he understood her better than he had seconds before.
She shifted back to him, propped a hip against the counter and loaded him up on eye contact. Holy hell. Those blue eyes were laser sharp and focused squarely on him. Run . He should hightail it out of there. If she kissed him again, with the mood he was in, his body aching for all the wrong reasons, he’d be all over her. They’d both had a shitty day and he couldn’t summon a whole lot wrong with dropping into her bed and working off the stress.
His little brain definitely wanted things his big brain told him were a mistake. Never mind that it could completely annihilate their working relationship and splinter the mayor’s pet project.
Except, right now he wasn’t sure he cared.
“I was hoping you’d show up,” she said.
“You waited for me?”
“I did.”
He’d never been accused of being stupid. Particularly when it came to females who green lighted him. All this eye contact? Definite green light. And Jo, at least in his experience, wasn’t one to be cagey. Once she decided on a course of action, she went for it.
Typically, her course of action drove him insane. Now?
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