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Bits of pink and black satin poked out between her fingers. She looked up at the wrinkled cotton briefs that hung stiffly over the shower rod, and collapsed with her face to her knees, shaking. Maybe it was a blessing that Sean took up so much space in her mind.
It kept her too busy to bother with the screaming panic.
She put on her boring undies after her shower and stared into the mirror.On the run for your life is all the more reason to look your best.
She peeled them off. Pulled on the pink and black panties.
Wow. They were…well, bold. She took a deep breath and hesitated at the door. She was so accustomed to privacy, solitude. She just didn’t know how to cope with the intensity of his attention. His sexual energy knocked her backwards. Her fantasy Sean had never reduced her to stammering idiocy like this. Her real Sean was cocky, off the wall, larger than life. So much fun. She had to learn how to get dressed in front of him without tripping, or blushing. Or ending up flat on her back, road-testing those crotchless panties.
She peeked as she walked to the shopping bags. The intensity in his slitted eyes made her stumble into a chair. She rummaged ’til she found the bra that matched her panties. Another bag held jeans. A third held an assortment of tops. She snatched one out, at random.
“Isn’t there a miniskirt in there?” His voice was silky.
“Dream on, buddy,” she said. “I haven’t got miniskirt legs. And even if I did, hah. Like I’d wear crotchless panties with a skirt. That’s just begging for trouble. I’ve got enough trouble right now.”
“But jeans sort of defeat the purpose, don’t they?”
“Cope,” she said tartly.
He laughed, under his breath. “Is that a challenge?”
“No, it’s not, you sex-crazed idiot. It’s just a pair of jeans. Get your mind out from between my legs and get dressed.”
“But my mind feels so good down there, between your legs.” He petted her wet hair as he walked by. “You look gorgeous, princess.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, to her profound relief.
The jeans fit perfectly. So did the red wrap top. Sexy and fitted, but not vulgar. The price tag almost made her hyperventilate.
She rooted through the bags, found a pair of sandals. Delved into the cosmetics. She almost never wore makeup, but these were strange days, and a girl needed all the help she could get. Back off, T-Rex. Bring on the terracotta shadow and the scentednoirmascara.
When Sean came out, she was as ready as she would ever be.
He held out his arm. “Come on. Let’s go meet my family.”
A rumble of male voices issued from the kitchen door as they approached it. Tamara’s husky voice cut through it, razor sharp.
“…a cop, to my house? You stupid, selfish, arrogantbastards!”
“I’m not a normal cop,” a voice soothed. “I have no intention of—”
“Of course you’re not normal. No cop is normal,” Tam snarled.
“Come on, Tam. Lighten up. I was a cop once, remember?”
“You are a special case,” Tam spat out. “You’re a McCloud first, cop second. But this is the brainless asshole who almost got you killed two years ago. And you bring him to my home? Do you never learn?”
There was an uncomfortable silence. Liv and Sean glanced at each other and stopped short outside the door.
“Yes,” the first voice said quietly. “I am that brainless asshole, but I’m trying to make it right. I’m here because I want to help.”
“Bullshit. I know why you’re here. You’re still under the delusion that I’m going to help you get closer to Zhoglo, right?”
An embarrassed silence followed.
“Dream on,” Tam said. “When he catches you and puts your balls in his custom-made vise and starts turning the screws, you think you’re not going to tell him where to find me before your testicles explode?”
“He’s not going to catch me,” the guy said doggedly.
