They made a lot more sense now.
Sure enough, she stepped into the office just as I sat at my desk. She closed the door after her, but un-fuckin’-fortunately, she stayed across the room instead of climbing onto my lap. “What’s up?”
“Why are you distracting my kitchen staff?”
That time, I didn’t have to feel her eye roll. I saw it, slow and dramatic. “It’s my break. I wanted fries.”
“He’s got a crush on you.”
Lo didn’t try to deny it. She just lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, maybe. But you want to hear who I have a crush on?”
The flirty tone didn’t fool me, and I stabbed a finger toward her. “Think about whoever you’re about to say and whether you want their death on your hands.”
A mix of disappointment I’d guessed her game and amusement at my threat mixed on her face. “Death, huh?”
“Serious maiming.”
“Fiiiine.” She waited a second. “Was that the word you wanted to have?”
“Come here.”
She must’ve read me to know that it was more than me wanting her closer because she switched to detective in an instant. Luna, not Lo. It shouldn’t have been sexy.
It sure as fuck was.
As soon as she was within reach, I snagged her and settled her onto my lap. “That call I got was from a man named Lars. He owns a club. Wicked.”
“Joss’s husband?”
“That’s the one. Joss’s father wants a meeting with me, so I need to step out for a bit.”
“Okay, I’ll wrap up?—”
“Just me.”
Her bottom lip pushed out in a pout, and she blinked up at me with sad eyes. “If you wanted to visit a strip club, you could’ve just said so. There’s no reason to invent some excuse.”
I opened my mouth to reassure her that I had no interest in paying to see pussy, period, but especially not when I had the best right on my lap.
When I owned the best.
Before I could, her thumb pushed against my lips like I did to hers, and she started laughing. “The look on your face was priceless.” She sobered as she twisted in my hold to look at me. “Do you think this is about the case?”
“Couldn’t tell you.”
She tilted her head for a few beats. “I don’t think I should come with you.”
“Fuck no, you shouldn’t.”
“Well, now I want to come.”
“Too bad.”
She gave me the sweetest smile as she stroked her hand from my shoulder to my chest.
And then she pinched my damn nipple.
“What the fuck was that for?” I said, rubbing the abused spot.
