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sword
arm,” Hiro guessed.
“And spear and
bow, but you get the idea.” Bobby shrugged. “Plus, they don’t know your faces.”
“If the secret
weapon is Drew’s mug, we’re in deep shit.”
Drew shoved Hiro,
sending the other man’s chair bobbling.
Hiro shot Drew a
dirty look and righted his chair. “Are you sure Indigo can be trusted?”
“As sure as I
can be,” Bobby said.
“Is that your
dick talking or your brain?” Drew said bluntly. “’Cause she’s a smokin’ hot
piece of meat, bro, but she ain’t worth my life.”
Hiro rolled his
eyes skyward.
Bobby stood and
leaned across the desk, pinning Drew with a deadly stare. “Watch what you say
about Indigo.”
“If that’s how
you told Laura to leave her alone, it’s no wonder she won’t make coffee,” Drew
shot back.
“Laura didn’t
call her a tramp.”
Drew stood up
abruptly enough to knock his chair back. “I didn’t call her no tramp.”
Hiro rose and
moved to stand between them. “Indigo’s off limits, Drew. She’s the one .”
Drew’s brows
drew together with a confused frown. “The who?”
Hiro raised his
eyebrows. “ The one .”
“Oh.” Drew’s
expression cleared. “Ooooh. The lady in the cups.”
Bobby glanced
back and forth between them. “What?”
“The woman you
talk about when you get drunk,” Hiro said drily.
Bobby drew back
and said flatly, “I never get that drunk.”
“Oh, yes you do,”
Drew said with a laugh. “You used to damn near wax poetic about that woman, with
her big blue eyes and her long black hair and her sweet voice. Damn me, why
didn’t I put it together first?”
“Because you
don’t pay attention,” Hiro said.
Bobby dropped
into his chair, appalled. “I can’t believe I got drunk enough to talk about
her.”
Drew slouched
down into his chair. “It’s no biggie, man.”
“You know our
secrets, too,” Hiro said in a reasonable tone that grated the nerves down Bobby’s
spine.
“Not like that
one.” Bobby rubbed his forehead and tried to tamp down on the embarrassment.
“Any more questions about this job?”
They let the
evasion pass and discussed strategies and tactics for another hour before
breaking up. After they left, Bobby spent the rest of the afternoon making
phone calls and catching up on paperwork, clearing his schedule. He wanted to
have the weekend free for Indigo. They had no set plans, but he hoped to rope
her into spending time with him, just because. They were settling into an
almost easy friendship, comfortable in spite of the lightning sparking between
them at the slightest touch.
He bit back a
hard laugh.
Friendship, hell.
What he felt for her went way beyond that. Memory teased him until he trembled
with it, trembled for her. The way she’d felt in his arms a few days before,
small but strong, warm and soft. The way she’d melted against him and tilted
her head, exposing the graceful column of her throat to his mouth as she
breathed out helpless little gasps. He’d ached and burned with the need to take
her, to ease his hands into the waistband of her tights, roll them down, and
bend her over the nearest piece of furniture so he could bury himself in her
warm heat and forget.
Goddess knew, he
had a lot to forget.
He shifted in
his chair, adjusted the hard length trying to ram itself through the fly of his
slacks. Damn him, he wasn’t good enough for her, never would be again. Knowing
that didn’t kill the fierce urge possessing him, pushing him to claim her
anyway.
* * *
Indigo hummed as
she walked up the stairs to her apartment, juggling grocery bags and keys. It
had been a good week, thanks to Bobby. Furniture shopped for and arranged, a
budding friendship growing between them. Maybe he would come over so she could
repay his help with a hot meal.
And perhaps talk
him into helping her pick out a TV.
He was handy
that way.
Her breath
caught in her throat when a figure stepped into the hallway in front of her. She
tensed
arm,” Hiro guessed.
“And spear and
bow, but you get the idea.” Bobby shrugged. “Plus, they don’t know your faces.”
“If the secret
weapon is Drew’s mug, we’re in deep shit.”
Drew shoved Hiro,
sending the other man’s chair bobbling.
Hiro shot Drew a
dirty look and righted his chair. “Are you sure Indigo can be trusted?”
“As sure as I
can be,” Bobby said.
“Is that your
dick talking or your brain?” Drew said bluntly. “’Cause she’s a smokin’ hot
piece of meat, bro, but she ain’t worth my life.”
Hiro rolled his
eyes skyward.
Bobby stood and
leaned across the desk, pinning Drew with a deadly stare. “Watch what you say
about Indigo.”
“If that’s how
you told Laura to leave her alone, it’s no wonder she won’t make coffee,” Drew
shot back.
“Laura didn’t
call her a tramp.”
Drew stood up
abruptly enough to knock his chair back. “I didn’t call her no tramp.”
Hiro rose and
moved to stand between them. “Indigo’s off limits, Drew. She’s the one .”
Drew’s brows
drew together with a confused frown. “The who?”
Hiro raised his
eyebrows. “ The one .”
“Oh.” Drew’s
expression cleared. “Ooooh. The lady in the cups.”
Bobby glanced
back and forth between them. “What?”
“The woman you
talk about when you get drunk,” Hiro said drily.
Bobby drew back
and said flatly, “I never get that drunk.”
“Oh, yes you do,”
Drew said with a laugh. “You used to damn near wax poetic about that woman, with
her big blue eyes and her long black hair and her sweet voice. Damn me, why
didn’t I put it together first?”
“Because you
don’t pay attention,” Hiro said.
Bobby dropped
into his chair, appalled. “I can’t believe I got drunk enough to talk about
her.”
Drew slouched
down into his chair. “It’s no biggie, man.”
“You know our
secrets, too,” Hiro said in a reasonable tone that grated the nerves down Bobby’s
spine.
“Not like that
one.” Bobby rubbed his forehead and tried to tamp down on the embarrassment.
“Any more questions about this job?”
They let the
evasion pass and discussed strategies and tactics for another hour before
breaking up. After they left, Bobby spent the rest of the afternoon making
phone calls and catching up on paperwork, clearing his schedule. He wanted to
have the weekend free for Indigo. They had no set plans, but he hoped to rope
her into spending time with him, just because. They were settling into an
almost easy friendship, comfortable in spite of the lightning sparking between
them at the slightest touch.
He bit back a
hard laugh.
Friendship, hell.
What he felt for her went way beyond that. Memory teased him until he trembled
with it, trembled for her. The way she’d felt in his arms a few days before,
small but strong, warm and soft. The way she’d melted against him and tilted
her head, exposing the graceful column of her throat to his mouth as she
breathed out helpless little gasps. He’d ached and burned with the need to take
her, to ease his hands into the waistband of her tights, roll them down, and
bend her over the nearest piece of furniture so he could bury himself in her
warm heat and forget.
Goddess knew, he
had a lot to forget.
He shifted in
his chair, adjusted the hard length trying to ram itself through the fly of his
slacks. Damn him, he wasn’t good enough for her, never would be again. Knowing
that didn’t kill the fierce urge possessing him, pushing him to claim her
anyway.
* * *
Indigo hummed as
she walked up the stairs to her apartment, juggling grocery bags and keys. It
had been a good week, thanks to Bobby. Furniture shopped for and arranged, a
budding friendship growing between them. Maybe he would come over so she could
repay his help with a hot meal.
And perhaps talk
him into helping her pick out a TV.
He was handy
that way.
Her breath
caught in her throat when a figure stepped into the hallway in front of her. She
tensed
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