Page 233 of Rock Chick

I decided maybe it was time to go back to silence.

He watched me for a while.

Then he said, “You left the house, where you were safe, and got yourself kidnapped. Again.”

I gave a little wince. “Yeah…well—”

He interrupted me. “My boys were busy. You’re fucking lucky Darius came to watch the house or who knows what the fuck would have happened.”

“I realize it was kind of an idiotic thing to do,” I admitted.

“Kind of?”

Jeez.

“Okay, it was a really idiotic thing to do,” I gave in. “But—”

“Indy, for Christ’s sake!” Lee exploded, body tight, face beyond a little scary, straight to semi-demented.

I did the only thing I could do.

I ran to him. One step, two, three, then I threw myself at him bodily. Jumping up, my arms went around his neck and my legs went around his hips. I bent my head, put my mouth to his and I kissed him.

I took him off-guard, which was good. He went back on a foot and his hands went to my ass, holding me to him. He resisted for, like, a second then he kissed me back—hot, deep, lots of tongue, full of relief and something else.

Something that felt like promise.

It was the best kiss I’d ever had.

TWENTY-EIGHT

SO DAMNED COCKY

Two mornings after my third (and hopefully last) kidnapping, I slid back into bed, pulled the covers up to my chin and stared at the ceiling.

After a couple of minutes, Lee walked in carrying two cups of coffee. He put one on the nightstand and then stood beside the bed looking down at me, sipping from his cup.

I ignored the coffee.

This heralded a momentous occasion. It was the first time I’d ever ignored a cup of coffee first thing in the morning.

“Well, the baby scare is over,” I told the ceiling, not sure if I was happy or sad my monthly visitor had shown up. Then I was not sure whether I should be happy or sad about the fact that I didn’t know if I was happy or sad. This was too confusing so I stopped thinking altogether.

The bed moved when Lee sat next to me. He leaned down. His handsome face filled my vision, his warm eyes melty-chocolate and his lips brushed against mine.

His head moved away an inch. “We have time.”

I stared at him a beat.

He was right.

We did.

I smiled.

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