Go ahead and laugh.
Seeing him half-naked andwantingafter chasing them with fury has officially wrecked my head.
It’s too much and it’s made me reckless, and the last thing—the very last thing we need—are self-inflicted errors.
He took me in with my little treasure to do his job. Not an invitation to ruin his life by crawling into his bed and—
Yeah. No.
If I can’t check my inner art ho and her stupid, selfish fantasies, figuring out where the Hera Egg belongs will be the least of my problems.
I’m going to go certifiably crazy here.
Welp,I was right.Crazy.
I wrap my hand tighter around the warm coffee mug, watching the flickering light from the sun gleaming in as it sinks in the distance.
The faucet drips slightly and Holden leans over to switch it off.
Did I just lick my lips?Seriously.
I take another rushed sip of coffee and almost choke.
If only he hadn’t sent Kit away with her friends tonight.
Now, I getwhyhe did it. Honestly, being in a house full of two jittery-ass adults after an attack by total strangers probably wasn’t doing her any favors.
Holden wanted to get her mind off it. He couldn’t do that with us hanging around, just waiting to discuss the situation again.
So yeah, I get it.
The trouble is now it’s just Holden and me.Alone.
And he’s dressed casually in a house that whispers at me to let my shields down.
He’s opted forsweatpants—a crime against humanity on most guys—but on him…
Do not look at the way they hang on his hips.
Do not scan for what he’s packing.
This shouldnotbe the mantra going through my head less than twenty-four hours after we were almost robbed.
This coffee isn’t cutting it. I need water.
Leaning my hip against the counter, I swirl the mug and pretend the liquid looks like the most interesting thing in theworld. Also, we need to talk, even if being alone together gives everything an added intensity.
I blow out a long, slow breath.
“Good coffee,” I say, riveting my eyes to the mug.
Lame. Do not look at him.
But it doesn’t matter. I don’t have a single rational thought in my mind anymore when we’re sharing the same room.
“Just a local dark roast, nothing fancy. Glad you approve.” He looks at me and squints. “We should get started on dinner. Clear our heads.”
Okay, but don’t look!
