Page 46 of Devil's Due

“Yeah, why?” He started it up, and the engine sounded remarkably smooth for something that had been sitting in storage for a couple of years.

“It’s just … such a cop car.”

“And I’m such a cop.”

There was something to be said for that, she supposed, but she’d have guessed that he’d drive something more upscale. Imported. A BMW, a Lexus, even a Volvo. A boxy Thunderbird well past its prime style era wasn’t quite what she’d expected.

It was, however, a smooth ride, and she found herself leaning against the window, eyes shut. Fading. McCarthy’s warm hand touched her cheek, and she roused enough to say, “I’m okay.”

“Yeah, sure you are. Did you hear from Manny yet?”

“No.”

He flipped open his cell phone—how had he gotten one so quickly? Or was it one of those disposable kinds?—and dialed. “Manny,” he said, as he took the turn onto her street. She blinked and looked up at the streetlights. Everything seemed surreal in the harsh light. “Pick up, man, it’s Ben.”

After a few seconds, he glanced at her, shook his head and hung up. “He’s there, he’s just focused on something else. With you and Jazz gone, hey, maybe he and Pansy—”

“Let’s leave that thought right there, shall we?” She closed her eyes again, then opened them as he approached the parking garage. “You need a key card.” She dug in her purse and found it. Ben fed it into the slot and the metal gate rolled up to allow the big T-bird entry.

The parking elevators delivered them to the lobby. The lobby procedures seemed endless, from the checking of Ben’s ID to the walk back to the upstairs banks of doors. Lucia’s knees were ready to fold. She refused to let him see it.

They rode the elevator in silence, watching numbers light up, and as the fourth one took on a frosted white glow, McCarthy turned toward her, backed her up against the wall of the elevator and kissed her.

She was so surprised that for a second she didn’t react, too overwhelmed by the sudden heat against her skin. Stunned by the damp, urgent pressure of his soft lips sliding on hers.

And then there was a red-hot flash of lightning through her body, a surge of something so primal that she couldn’t name it, didn’t think ithada name, and she made a sound that wasn’t a protest and wasn’t agreement and wasn’t in the least part of the controlled, cultured exterior she’d created for herself …

… and before she could reach up and grab him, McCarthy was gone. He’d backed off, all the way across the elevator, hands behind him like a guilty schoolboy. Looking shocked.

She didn’t say anything. Her lips parted, damp and tingling; her heart pounded deep and fast, like a Taiko drum. He hadn’t disarranged her clothes, but theyfeltundone—odd, too tight and too warm.

McCarthy didn’t say anything either. He looked like a man on the thin edge of control.

The elevator announced arrival, and she felt the upward movement glide to a graceful halt. The doors rumbled open.

Neither of them moved.

Are you coming?seemed like a double-edged entendre, at best. She took in a deep breath, saw him look at the swell of her breasts as she did, and said, “You should probably go.”

He swallowed. She found herself wondering what the skin of his throat tasted like, what sound he would make if she scraped her teeth and tongue lightly over that bobbing Adam’s apple. “You’re sure?” he asked. His voice was rough-edged and deep, like uncut velvet.

“Yes.”

She didn’t dare invite him to the apartment. God only knew what would happen if he walked in the door just now.It’s the fever. I’m ill. I’m injured. This wouldn’t happen if I weren’t already impaired.

Maybe that was what he’d come for. Wild, unrestrained sex, and she’d been half a second from doing it in the elevator, andGod, it was insane how much she would have liked for it to have happened.

McCarthy smiled slightly, as if he knew what she was thinking—and maybe he did, maybe she was really that transparent—and slid his hand inside his jacket. It reappeared holding a red envelope.

“Youhaveto be kidding me,” she said. “Two in one day? Are they insane?”

“It could be argued.” He held it out to her. When she didn’t take it, he gave it an impatient little shake, then sighed. “Look, take the damn thing, shred it, use it for a coaster … I don’t want it anywhere near me, believe me.”

She stepped forward, took it and stayed where she was. Close. Close enough to see the hunger in his eyes when they met hers. He was crazy with it; she could feel it coming off of him in waves, and she’d be insane to—

“Come with me,” she said, aware that it was most likely that mistake Eidolon had been jeering about in the first place, the one she couldn’t help but make because she simply needed it as much as Ben did.

She stepped off the elevator and walked a few steps away before she heard his footfalls behind her. “I’m just making sure you get in bed,” he said, and then, a beat later, “To rest. I meant, to rest.”

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