Page 127 of Duty and Desire
I lowered my weapon, now on the subject that interested me. “Where’s Mo?”
He turned fully my way and leaned a slim hip against the counter. “Caught the guy. Mo’s with Hawk. He told me to tell you if you woke up before he got back that he’d be back as soon as he could.”
I bet he would.
But…
They got him.
Ohmigod,they got him.
Instead of doing a round-off followed by an arms-up-in-the-air, heels-kicked-back jump, I walked to my coffee table and put the hairspray down.
When I gave my attention back to Axl, I saw I hadn’t lost his.
“Mind if I have some coffee?” he asked.
“Help yourself,” I answered, wandering toward the kitchen and stopping. “Pods in the cupboard above the machine.”
He reached to the cupboard above the machine.
“Who was he?” I asked.
“Semi-regular. Total whackjob,” he muttered, putting the bowl of pods on the counter and hitting the button on top, making it blink green.
Then he turned again toward me.
Whoa.
Clear, ice-blue eyes.
Nice.
“He comes to the club on occasion,” he went on. “And?—”
He cut himself off as he tensed, straightened and then used those long legs of his to move toward me, by me then stop four feet beyond me just as I heard the front door slam, heavy footfalls…
I stepped to the side so I could see past Axl.
Then I stopped dead.
Because Mo caught sight of me and he stopped dead one foot into the living room.
My panties grew wet and my mind went into a trance as Mo again very successfully communicated non-verbally.
This time he was communicating the wait was over.
And what was to come next was going to be worth that wait.
“Go,” he grunted.
“Gotcha,” Axl replied, humor dripping off that word. “Nice to meet you, Lottie,” he said as he strolled across the room.
I stared at Mo and didn’t say a word.
I’d apologize for being rude later.
Vaguely, I heard the front door open.
