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Fucking hell. They couldn’t have ten minutes alone without cancer barging in?
“I’m not finished with you,” he vowed as he reached back and took the phone out.
“Who is it?”
Daniel frowned at the number. “It’s not Gus. I’ll tell you that much.”
FIFTEEN
AS DANIEL ANSWEREDthe call, he watched Lydia ease back onto the Harley’s gas tank and handlebars. He had to imagine that the contours were at odds with her spine, and it was clear the gauges prevented her from having a head rest, but she didn’t seem to care. Not with the way she was looking up at him from behind hooded lids—and man, that stare was the medicine he needed. In this moment, right here, right now, she didn’t appear to see the knit cap on his head, or his sunken eyes and cheeks, or his narrow shoulders—
“Hello?” came the female voice over the connection. “You there?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
Lydia reached up and ran a hand down the side of her throat… and over her breast. As his brain scrambled, he tried to concentrate on the voice in his ear, but it was hard as she toyed with her taut nipple.
“I’m sorry if I was a bitch earlier,” Alex Hess announced.
“You’re welcome—” He cursed. How the fuck did people talk to each other? “I mean, no problem.”
Lydia brought her free hand up to her mouth, and caressed her lower lip, as on her breast, she circled, circled… circled what he desperately needed to suck on.
“Listen… I’ll meet you tonight, if you still want,” the woman who called said.
Daniel swallowed. Licked his lips. Tried to remember how his woman tasted.
Decided to find out.
Except then the phone call sank in. “Yes, we’d like that.”
Lydia’s hand stilled and then dropped down to her waist. As she cocked an eyebrow, he held up a finger for her to hang on a sec.
“What changed your mind?” he asked.
Alex Hess?Lydia mouthed.
When he nodded, she sat up and shuffled back a little. Then she lifted her palms, as if to say,Now, what?
“Hello?” he repeated.
That deep, intense voice on the other side dropped even lower. “I’ll explain when I see you.”
This is for Lydia, he reminded himself, as the hassle suddenly seemed like a waste of time.
“Fine. Where?”
“Deer Mountain. Up on the summit. That’s where we need to go.”
“What time?”
“I’m off work. So midnight.”
“Okay. We’ll see you then.”
As the call was cut, Daniel tried to put his phone back where it’d been, but between the shaking in his hand and the thin slot of the pocket, repeated attempts failed and he didn’t want to drop the thing.
“So is that cool?” he asked. “We go meet her at twelve tonight?”
