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Lust slams through me again, so hard, I almost reach for him right here. Shove him down on that armchair, and unbutton his jeans, and show him what a groan of pleasure really sounds like—
“We should go!” I blurt, catching myself at the last minute. One near miss is a lucky escape. Two would just be tempting fate. “Before Braithwaite comes back again.”
Reeve clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. And, I notice with a smirk, he adjusts his jeans. “OK,” he agrees. “But we’ll continue this conversation later.”
“Bet on it.” I smile, and impulsively reach up to kiss him on the cheek. Then I take a deep breath, tiptoe towards the attic door, and pray our luck holds.
How hard can it be to breakoutof a building?
13
IVY
Luckily,the pallid Braithwaite duo seem to be occupied with something in the office, so Reeve and I are able to sneak downstairs – and out the front door.
“Go, go!” I hiss, as we race down the front steps, and across the street to my car. We pile in, Reeve behind the wheel this time, and take off, wheels practically burning rubber on the quiet street as he drives us like a bat out of hell.
“Calm down, Vin Diesel,” I laugh, adrenaline still racing through my body. “You want us to get pulled over for speeding?”
“You’re right, that’s how dumb criminals get caught,” Reeve agrees, quickly slowing down to the speed limit as we head back across town. “And we’re not dumb.”
I blink, his words sinking in. “I’m a criminal now …” I clutch the stolen box in disbelief. So much for my spotless law-abiding record, in a matter of an hour, I’m now guilty of breaking and entering, fraud, theft …
And, oh yeah, that whole wardrobe hookup that would definitely count as public indecency.
Every last delicious moment of it.
“Relax, before you go mentally designing that prison jumpsuit,” Reeve sounds amused. “I mean, if that box was Earl and Maddie’s then you’re just reclaiming your family property, right?”
“Right …” I reply slowly, exhaling. “Still, we’re going to have to donate a big share of the treasure proceeds to them, too, now, so we even the karmic score.”
“So, you do believe the treasure is still out there.” Reeve looks smug.
“No!” I protest. Then I pause. “Well, maybe …” I admit. “There’s a chance. And anyway, I want to unravel the mystery. Don’t you get that way sometimes?” I ask. “Like it’s a point of professional pride. A plot hole you want to beat, some obsession you just can’t leave well enough along.”
Reeve glances over at me with a heated look in his eyes. “I know exactly what you mean.”
I blink. He can’t meanI’man obsession … can he?
I feel un unfamiliar glow of pride at the idea. I figured it was all the catsuit-wearing allure of Lola turning his head, but he’s seen enough of me in fuzzy sweaters and glasses to know by now, that was just an act.
Or was it?
I pause, thinking it over. I’ve been insisting all along that Halloween was some moment of wild madness, while Reeve’s been just as certain insisting it was real. But here I am, getting ravished in a stranger’s attic before making off with another clue to the buried treasure … and there’s no spandex or three-inch heels in sight.
Maybe there’s more Lola in me than I thought.
I can’t help but smile at the idea, and when I glance over at Reeve, he’s still watching me.
“I would pay good money to know what that smile is about,” he says, and I grin wider.
“Eyes on the road, mister,” I remind him. “You have precious cargo here.”
“Yes, I do.”
I’m talking about our new box of clues, but Reeve’s smoldering look says something different before he turns his attention back to the highway.
“Listen …” I begin, and he cuts me off with a chuckle.
