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Not that he minded being the little spoon to Eleanor’s big spoon. In fact, despite how things had ended with Eleanor last night, and despite being in a murder motel with two unstable humans right next door, he’d slept better last night than he had since the day Derek died.
The soft warmth of Eleanor against him, the low sound of her adorable snoring, and the touch of her palm against his chest soothed him and his lion, and he’d fallen asleep in less than half an hour.
He reached carefully for his phone, trying not to disturb Eleanor because she needed her sleep, not because he wanted her body against his for even a little longer, and checked the time. Shit, it was almost nine. He hadn’t slept in this late in years.
He settled back against the pillow, staring at the light filtering in through the crack in the drapes, ignoring his morning wood and his temptation to wake Eleanor up by burying his face between her thighs.
Goosebumps skittered to life when Eleanor stretched and then buried her face between his shoulder blades. Her hand rubbed lazy circles across his flat abdomen, and precum dripped from his cock. Fuck, she was killing him.
“Eleanor, wake up,” he said.
“Mmm.” She made a muffled noise against his back as her finger circled his navel before tracing the waistband of his briefs. “I’m awake. Let’s have a quickie before I go to work.”
He cleared his throat. “Eleanor, time to wake up.”
She stretched again before tugging playfully at his waistband. “C’mon, handsome, don’t you want a…. oh crap.”
She pushed away from him like he was on fire and sat up in the bed, shoving her hair away from her face as he eased into a sitting position.
“You broke the pillow barrier to cuddle,” she said with an accusing look as she rubbed gingerly around the sutures in her arm.
“It wasn’t me. You did,” he said.
“I did not. I hate cuddling, and I certainly wouldn’t cuddle with you, not after…”
Wes’s face flushed as Eleanor’s voice died out, and she stared at the way his cock tented the quilt. Her cheeks were red, and when she glanced up at him with a hungry look that made his lion purr, Wes slid out of bed in a hurry.
Evelyn looked away as Wes grabbed his clothes and headed toward the bathroom. “It’s almost nine. We need to get going.”
CHAPTER 10
Evelyn stared with real apprehension at the locker in front of her. They were at the last bus station on her list. If this wasn’t the locker, she’d have to widen her search to the rest of the bus stations in the city and be stuck here another night at the very least. Her rapidly dwindling savings account would only give her one more night in a motel, so she needed to find the right locker today or tomorrow.
“You okay?” Wes stood close, his big body comforting her rather than crowding her.
They hadn’t talked much this morning, which, frankly, was killing her because even when she was kind of pissed at him, she still loved the sound of his voice.
“Yeah. Just hoping this is the right one,” she said.
Wes scanned the people around them. “Only one way to find out.”
Her hand shaking slightly, she stuck the key in the lock and turned it, expecting the same resistance as all the other locks she’d tried. When it turned smoothly, she said, “Holy shit. This is the one.”
She grinned at Wes. “This is the one!”
He returned her smile, the relief on his face mirroring hers. “Great. Open it up, Butterfly.”
She opened the locker, grabbed the manilla envelope in it, and shut the locker. Before she could open the envelope, Wes took her hand. “Not here. We’ll open it in the car.”
She followed him out of the bus station, clutching the envelope to her chest as she stared suspiciously at the people around them. No one gave them a second look, but she didn’t take a deep breath until they were in her car with the doors locked.
She tore open the envelope and slid the contents out into Wes’s cupped hands. A silver flash drive and a small rectangular video tape.
“What the hell is this?” Eleanor picked up the video tape. It reminded her of the old VHS tapes she’d seen in pawn shops, but it was much smaller.
“It’s a video tape,” Wes said. “It’s how us old folks used to watch movies. Be kind, please rewind, and all that shit.”
She scowled at him. “Call yourself old again, and I’ll make you walk back to Bridgedale. I realize this is a video tape, but I’ve never seen such a small one before. This wouldn’t fit in a VCR.”
