“Maybe even…” She was crazy. “Now…”
Another sigh, but no words.
Lifting her head, she stared down into his face.
He’d fallen back asleep.
The irony did not escape her. She was finally ready to shed the last of her armor, and what happened? The guy she was ready to share it with was dead to the world.
HAWK AND ABBY MADE IT INTO Cheyenne two hours and twelve minutes later. Hawk had allowed himself to pass out for an hour and a half before he’d gotten them back on the road.
Now they were in Serena’s borrowed SUV, only a few miles from Abby’s condo, and he still hadn’t figured out a safe place to leave her while he retrieved her laptop. She’d adamantly refused to stay at the B &B. “Do you have family in the area?”
She turned and leveled him with those baby blues. She wore Serena’s clothes, and having discovered her ripped panties in the trash, he knew she was currently commando, a situation that was wreaking havoc with his thought process.
“Don’t even think about ditching me.”
“Maybe I was just asking.” He did his best to put on his Sunday church face. The one that said he was an American hero, a man who’d never lie.
“My parents sold their house a few years back and retired to Florida,” she said. “My sister moved there, too, with her kids.”
“Sounds cozy.”
“And too far for you to take me to.”
He sighed, and dropped the innocent expression. “I just want you safe.”
“If you’re going to my condo, then so am I.”
“If anyone’s watching-”
“Then we move to Plan B.”
This time the sound of the “we” didn’t thrill Hawk. He couldn’t stand the thought of how he’d dragged her into this entire disastrous mess.
She’d called Tibbs, briefly, letting him know she was alive and would be calling back with concrete evidence that would point to someone other than Hawk.
“Stop trying to think of a place to dump me,” she told him.
“Abby-”
“Look, don’t make me use those handcuffs again.”
He slanted her a look. “I might like that. Later.”
She shook her head. “Men.”
“Yeah. We’re something.”
“Something all right. What about
He glanced at her. “You going to ditch me now?”
A ghost of a smile crossed her mouth. “Maybe I’m just curious.”
“My parents are gone.”
“So you don’t have family to be close with either.”
“I have Logan.” His heart squeezed just a little at the thought of what Logan was going through right about now. He’d called when they first hit the road, and Callen had promised she had him good and protected. Until he could get there, which would be right after he got the laptop, it would have to be good enough.
“Turn left here,” Abby told him.
Her neighborhood was very suburban. Clean, cozy, sort of white picket fence meets the upscale set, complete with tennis court, pool, rec center…He wondered if she fit in here, and what she did on her time off. Did she wear a little white skirt and play tennis? Or slip into a bathing suit and swim laps?
“Up until last year, I never took any personal time for myself,” she said as if she’d read his mind. “I was all work, work, work.”
“And now?”
“Things have changed. I live my life. When I was on leave, I took tennis lessons. I could kick your ass all over that tennis court.”
“Now that I’d like to see.”
“Any time.”
Her smug smile was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “I’m going to ask you to prove that one,” he said.
“You play?”
“Well, it’s been a while. In high school-”
She laughed. “I could take you.”
“What do you wear when you play tennis?”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Well, if it’s a little tiny skirt, then I might have some trouble concentrating. I’ll need a handicap.”
She blinked, then smiled and shook her head, as if baffled.
“What?”
“You have this way of making me feel more like a woman in my grubbiest moments than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”
“Yeah, well, you have a way about you, too, Ab.” Reaching for her hand, Hawk brought it up to his mouth. “Last night, I thought my life was over. Several times. You came through for me. I didn’t realize it would be more than that, or that I’d get so much more than I bargained for. But I have.”
“I’m more than you bargained for?”
“Hell, yeah. Aren’t I for you? Isn’t this?”
She stared at him, then let out a low laugh. “Wasn’t even in the ballpark,” she admitted. “But I can still take you on the court.”
He laughed, suddenly feeling lighter than he could have imagined, given all they had in front of them. “You’re on. You’re so on.”
If they lived.
“Take another left,” she said. “Don’t go to the gate.”
They passed the front entrance, going around the block. “Back way in.” Abby pointed. “They’re doing construction here, adding another park. The fence is down. If we walk in from there, there’ll be no record of us entering.”
Hawk liked how she thought. He liked how she did just about everything, including the way she stared at him, as if maybe he was worth a second, even a third look.
And he especially liked how she clutched him when he was buried so deep inside her he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
Yeah, he liked
“Park here,” she said, jerking his thoughts out of bed, pointing to a handful of trucks. Construction trucks, by the looks of them, toolboxes and equipment in the back of each. “We’ll fit right in.”
“How about just me fitting in?”
“You want me to wait here?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Well, glad that’s settled.” They got out, and just as she’d said, no one stopped them. They walked over the downed fence, through the tall grass and trees that were being turned into a greenbelt area behind the condos, and right past the pool and tennis courts, directly into the courtyard along the back of the condo units.
“You shouldn’t stay here during construction,” he said. “It’s not safe.”
“A fact for which we’re grateful, remember?”
No one paid them any attention as they walked the length of the courtyard. Abby gestured to the second to last unit. “Home sweet home.”
He stopped her at her back slider door and took her key. “Let me go in alone.”
