He glanced up swiftly.
“What were you thinking?”
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
He ushered me out and we went down to the street where the Jeep was parked. I walked out alone and got in, reaching over to unlock the passenger door and then starting up the vehicle and putting on my seatbelt. A few moments later, Olly climbed in, ducking a little lower in his seat.
I didn’t waste time and pulled away from the curb. The entire way Olly kept a lookout for following cars and gave me directions for a route that took us half across town. Then we doubled back before finally turning into his neighborhood.
“Shit,” he swore when I pulled up on the darkened end of his street.
“What?” My eyes immediately went outside onto the street, thinking the Reaper had somehow found us.
“I don’t have my keys. They’re still in Scotland.”
“Oh, that’s okay.” I fished around in my bag and pulled out a credit card. “I’ll let us in.”
His teeth flashed in the dark and I took that as a “You’re brilliant, Frankie” and climbed out of the Jeep. I took great pride in letting us into the house while he stood by and looked pretty.
But once we stepped inside, much of my amusement and lightheartedness evaporated. He didn’t want to turn on any lights because he didn’t want anyone to know we were there. So we stood there in the dark (which, frankly, was creepy) while he listened or felt or whatever he did for signs that anyone was in the house, waiting for us.
“All clear,” he said, moving into the kitchen a few moments later.
“Where are you going? Aren’t your clothes upstairs?”
I heard the opening and closing of a drawer.
“Olly, now is not the time for a snack break.”
He appeared beside me soundlessly, causing a strangled sound to erupt from the back of my throat. “Seriously!” I demanded as he ushered me up the steps toward what I assumed was his bedroom. The whole way up he kept one hand on my lower back and the other straight down against his side.
When we made it to the top of the stairs, he went first, rounding the corner and disappearing into the first room on the left. A light came on, sending light out into the hallway and making it much easier to see.
“I thought you said no lights?” I stepped into the doorway of the lit room. It was a bathroom. A very nice, upgraded bathroom with granite countertops and tile floors.
“There are no windows in this room. It will give us a little light to get my stuff from the bedroom.” He turned around. And that’s when I noticed it.
He was carrying a gun.
I felt my eyes round as I stared at the lethal weapon clutched in his hand. “What’s that for?”
“Protection.”
“Do you really think we need it?”
“I think I would rather have it than not.”
“Get your stuff so we can go.”
I followed him into his bedroom where he moved quickly, packing a black duffle bag with stuff while I sat on his giant king-sized bed. From what I could see, the room was really nice. But all my attention on the room was lost when he started taking off his clothes.
“I hope I never see another pair of khakis again,” he muttered, throwing them on the floor. Everything else soon joined the pants.
“I agree they look better on the floor.”
He spun in my direction and prowled to the end of the bed. He grabbed my ankle and slowly towed me down the bed until he was standing between my legs. “If we weren’t in a hurry…” he said, letting the words dangle suggestively. My skin heated from just the hint of seduction in his voice.
I extended my fingers so I could trail them down his torso, but he pulled back, saying, “Oh no you don’t. One touch from you is all it would take.”
