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Meaning they’d ended up separated after all? It felt like her heart shattered. “I’m so sorry.”
“I covered our trails the best I could...” He locked his jaw and turned away. “But not good enough, since Logan Riske still found us.”
Logan, the detective his sister fell in love with, and vice versa. “I thought that was a good thing.”
“They’re in love. But it could have easily gone south, without the happy ending.”
Avery tried to take it in, but it wasn’t easy. “You said you won a building in a card game?”
“I have all kinds of talents.” He slid a finger along the neckline of her shirt, seducing her almost out of habit. “Want me to show you a few?”
His resourcefulness, his dedication to his sister, astounded her. She tipped her head. “Have you ever been arrested?”
He blew out a breath, and for the moment at least gave up on his seduction. “A few times when I was underage. Shoplifting and stuff like that.”
She wanted to ask him what he’d stolen, but it didn’t matter. Survival. Somehow she knew whatever he’d taken had been inspired by need, not greed. “And since then?”
His smile hardened. “I’ve gotten better—at everything I do.”
Knowing the outrageous comment was meant to distract her, Avery snorted. She had a feeling Rowdy was more honest than most. “What sort of illegal stuff do you do now?”
He opened his hand on the side of her neck, bent to kiss her temple. “Whatever I have to.”
“To protect the people you love?”
“What the hell, Avery?” He sat back from her. “Don’t make me out a saint, okay?”
“I would never make that mistake.” Rowdy was better than a saint, more solid and real. An honest-to-God tough guy, here in the flesh. She’d take that over an ethereal saint any day.
No longer caring what Rowdy thought, Avery slipped her arms around his neck and nestled against him.
“Damn it.” He stiffened without returning her embrace. “Here I am, getting more turned on by the second, and you want to slap a halo on my head.”
With her nose pressed close to the skin of his throat, she breathed deep, filling herself with his potent scent. He smelled so good, felt even better, and she admired him so much. “A halo would never fit over your massive ego.”
It’d be so easy to fall in love with him—and that was a problem. Rowdy wasn’t an emotional man looking for commitment. For the most part, he was a loner with an overactive sex drive and a lack of respect for boundaries of any kind.
“True, so don’t act like I was noble or something.” He caught her shoulders and tried to pry her loose. Avery held on until he finally gave up. Tangling a hand in her hair, he gently drew her head back. “I fucked up, you know. Pepper and I ended up living off the grid for more than two years. It was hard on her—”
Avery touched her mouth to his, saying, “She’s alive.”
His breathing quickened. “Thank God.”
“Thank Rowdy.” Smiling, she brushed her mouth over his again. Her fingertips touched his now-bristly jaw, moved down to the side of his hot neck then under the neckline of his shirt to his solid shoulder. Need unfurled, but she sat back before she got carried away.
Rowdy looked stunned.
And interested.
She wanted more. So much more.
Did she dare take a walk on the wild side?
She had a feeling that Rowdy would be more than worth the risk. As long as she kept her heart safe, what was the worst that could happen?
No, she didn’t want to think about the worst. Not now.
With Rowdy watching her warily, she forced herself back on track. “Since your sister is happily settled here, you’re going to settle down, too?”
Apparently uneasy with the idea of settling down, he shifted his shoulders and glanced around at the apartment. “For now, at least.”
He didn’t sound entirely set on the idea. But he’d bought the bar, and she knew he loved working it. He couldn’t pick up and disappear without her knowing. “Can I ask you one more question before we go?”
“Do I actually have a choice?”
Beneath his teasing tone, she heard the agitation. He worried that she’d dig too deep, that something he said would drive her away.
He couldn’t know how much she wanted him, because she’d taken pains to hide it from him. Maybe it was time to stop doing that.
“I want to know everything about you.” For most of his life, choices had been taken away from him. She’d never do that to him. “But I won’t pry anymore if it bothers you.”
That surprised him, too. He scowled at her. “Let’s hear it.”
Enjoying him like this, in this particular humble, grumbling mood, she rested against his chest again. “You said you didn’t want to bring a casual hookup here.”
“It’s bad enough that the ladies in the building keep bugging me. Some women don’t know how to take no for an answer.”
Few men would complain about that situation. “So...why is it okay if I’m here?”
Avery felt his sudden stillness, heard the heavy thumping of his strong heart along with his softly muttered curse.
She stayed close, waiting.
He let out a strained breath. “With you, Avery, I never really know what the hell I’m doing.”
* * *
THE COLD NIGHT started to seep into his bones. All around him he heard unsettling noises that made him jumpy. He wouldn’t be surprised if murder and mayhem happened on a regular basis in such a downtrodden area. It was time for him to go home. He had what he needed now.
He knew where she worked, and he knew who she fucked.
Putting a plan in place would be oh-so-easy.
Soon, Avery, he silently promised. Very, very soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE MOON, combined with dashboard lights, sent a soft glow over Avery’s profile as he drove her home. His awareness of this one particular woman throbbed through his veins, leaving him on the ragged edge. It wouldn’t take more than a single agreeable look from her to get him hard.
Again.
That damned torturous episode on his couch had nearly done him in. He couldn’t keep from touching her, even if he was the only one to combust.
No one had ever touched him so...gently before. That kiss hadn’t been sexual. It didn’t say, “Fuck me, Rowdy.” Actually, he didn’t know what the hell it said, and he wasn’t at all sure he liked it.
The uncertainty hadn’t kept him from getting turned on, though.
Why is it okay if I’m here? she’d wanted to know. So many reasons...
Instead of reacting as most women would, Avery had looked at him with empathy, sadness, maybe understanding. Because he’d spilled his guts to her. He flexed his hands on the steering wheel and tried to shrug off the uncomfortable sense of vulnerability.
It pissed him off that he’d said so much. Hell, he didn’t confide in anyone. Not even his sister. Definitely not a woman he planned to have under him as soon as humanly possible.
Why is it okay if I’m here?
Then again, Avery was different from other women. He wanted her, no mistaking that, but even when he knew he wouldn’t have her, he enjoyed talking to her and just...being with her. She made him feel things, unfamiliar stuff he’d never dealt with before.
And that was saying something, since he’d had more than his share of shit to manage.
“You’re so quiet,” she said with unsettling understanding. “Everything okay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Just because she asked him questions he couldn’t answer.
“I don’t know,” she said. “You seem bothered.”
“I’m thinking, that’s all.” He had no idea about Avery’s background. He knew enough about false impressions that he refused to draw conclusions just because she worked in a shit bar and rode a bus instead of driving.
“About my question?” She turned defensive. “Relax, Rowdy. I won’t make assumptions just because I was granted entrance to your private domain.”
Defensive and dramatic. Did she really have no clue how differently he felt with her? “A smart person never assumes.”
She crossed her arms and huddled farther into the corner of the front seat. “If it’s that much of a problem, forget I asked about it.”
He glanced at her, but she kept her face averted, watching the landscape pass by her window. Her beautiful red hair, now freed from the band thanks to him, flowed over her shoulders and helped to keep her concealed.
“Never said it was a problem.” He just didn’t have an easy answer.
“Yet, ten minutes later, you’re still stewing.”
Her prickly attitude amused him, and maybe that’s what he liked most about her. No matter his mood, she lightened it just by being near at hand, by being herself—quirky and honest and so damned unique. “I had to figure it out.”
That got her attention. Like a warm touch, her gaze moved over him. “And did you?”
“I think so.” Following her directions, he took a right down a quiet side street. “I don’t like having women chase after me.”
She snorted. “And that’s why you do so much to discourage them?”
“I meant after I’ve already slept with them,” he clarified. “Doesn’t matter how I spell things out up front, too often they’re looking for a repeat.”
She smirked in annoyance. “One and done, huh?”
Feeling her scrutiny, he gave a noncommittal lift of his shoulder. With Avery, he had his doubts that even a dozen times would be enough. “Living out of my car, using motels just as a place to crash—”
“Or have sex.”
He agreed with a nod. “That’s not really the type of setup where you want to get cozy with someone. I didn’t date. I didn’t do romance. I hooked up long enough to take care of business—”
“To get laid?”
Having her break it down like that annoyed him. “Are you going to paraphrase everything I say? I can be more blunt if that’s what you want.”
She shook her hair behind her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I’m listening.”
“All right, fine. I’m set in my ways. I like to fuck and move on. No reason to make more out of it than that.”
The silence became so heavy, he felt like a dick. And really, why had he shared that with her? Avery was unique, so the usual didn’t apply to her.
He still hadn’t answered her question, but she let it go and instead cleared her throat.
“I guess that helped pass the time?”
Rowdy laughed. He glanced at her, and laughed again. “That’s one way to put it.” He’d already said too much to her; no way would he tell her that occasionally, casual sex was all that got him through the night. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Ever had any one-night stands?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Not my thing.”
“Only serious monogamy, huh?” That could be a big problem for him, but somehow he’d get around it.
“I’ve dated casually, just for fun.”
“With a handshake at the end of the night?”
She swatted his shoulder. “I’m not that bad.” Looking away and going introspective, she added, “But I had to know the guy and at least like him a lot to want to get involved.”
The idea of her “being involved” bugged him more than it should have. “Ever been engaged? Married?”
He felt her withdraw. Hell, it got so quiet he could hear her breathing, could almost hear her heartbeats.
“Avery?” What the hell? Was she still hung up on someone? Was she nursing a broken heart?
“My life was different from yours.”
“Glad to hear it.” But what did that have to do with anything?
“I almost feel guilty now. While you were dealing with so much, I was pampered.”
