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His eyes catch on my mouth. I lick and everything’s sweet. Everything’s heavy. He’s still sitting on my foot and I didn’t know that was a fetish, but hey, what did I know two minutes ago? I sit up with an ab-muscle tremble and it was a mistake, because now we’re closer.
“Do you still live on-site when you renovate?”
“Yeah, I’ve got my camping gear.” One second is up, and he’s passing his palms over his knees like he’s wiping away sweat. “Did Jamie say you pierced yourself somewhere?”
“Yep. And it hurt like a bitch.”
He won’t ask me where it is. He refuses to. “Thought you’ve had enough needles in your life.”
“I needed one more.” I was so cavalier about it, imagining my next heart review and how tough it’d look. It hurt like my entire body and soul had been pierced and I loved it, because in that all-consuming agony, I couldn’t think about diamond rings and my brother’s fury.
Plus, it looks hot. Silver and pink is one hell of a combination.
He’s thinking about where it could possibly be, I just know it. Time to get Megan back in the room with us.
“What does Megan think of you being away from home so much? She hates it,” I conclude without pause.
“She doesn’t care,” Tom says with no bitterness. “She’s used to it.”
“If you were mine,” I say, and the words seem to run down his spine because he sits up straight, “I wouldn’t like it. You know what I’m like, though.”
“What are you like? I have no idea,” he adds when I cast him a come on look.
“With most guys? I couldn’t care less if they lived or died. You, though . . .” I look at the two empty coffee cups and feel the weight of his goodness and I want to tell him the truth in return.
The thought of how a million people must abuse his kindness—myself included—makes me crazy.
I want to walk two steps in front of him, wherever he goes, bulldozing the world a little flatter for him. If he were sleeping on a building site, and he were mine, I’d be in that tent, too. All night, every night, as the wind whistled and the rain beat down. I’d never let another woman sit as close as I am right now. Megan seriously lets this walk around on earth, completely unattended?
If I were Megan, I would fuck me up for sitting close enough to smell the scent on his skin. He smells like birthday-candle wishes. I’ve never in my life felt even a passing possessiveness for another man, but Tom Valeska? It’s something I have to keep lashed down inside me, hard and tight, because I have no right to it.
Maybe he’s not the only wolfy sled dog around these parts.
Some of this is in my eyes because he blinks and swallows. He’s trying to ignore the undercurrent between us. It’s because he’s a good guy. My brain doesn’t want him to be any different. But my body wants him to pick me up and put me against the wall. Windowsill. Floor. Bed.
I have to salvage this situation.
“Oh, come on. You know what I’m like better than anyone. Now, are you going to tell me this secret?”
“It wouldn’t be a good idea, trust me,” he says carefully, but his pupils give him away. They’re black drugged eyes, and I know he wants to tell me. Why else would he leave a little gap for me to squeeze through? He didn’t just say no.
It’s on the tip of his tongue. I need to bite it off. I wonder if I can make myself persuasive. “Is it about the house?”
He shakes his head like he’s hypnotized. His brown eyes? They’re my favorite. In this morning light, they’re a treasure trove. Gold, sands, tombs, coins, riches. Egyptian pyramids, eternal life. Gilded sarcophagi. Cleopatra’s dinnerware.
“Is it about Jamie?” He shakes his head no again. I put everything I have into it. “You can tell me.”
He seems to g
ive himself a little mental slap, and his brow creases downward. “You can stop it now.”
“Stop what?”
“What Jamie said. Stop trying to flirt things out of me.” He’s disgusted. “You really should get into Loretta’s line of work.”
If I can occasionally hypnotize him, Jamie can make him walk over hot coals. This house is a sitting duck in the hands of my tyrannical genetic copy and someone who has never had any creative license in his entire career.
“And you should stop hiding something from me. I’m going to work on the house.”
