'Still sleeping,' she said. 'So is Erin.'
'That's good,' he said. 'You all needed your rest.'
'Yes,' she agreed. 'Are you hungry?'
Actually, he was ravenous, but her cool gaze made him feel self-conscious about it. As if being hungry were some sort of moral failing. 'I'm fine,' he said. 'Don't worry about it.'
She got up, with a martyred look. 'I'll make you some breakfast.'
Erin came downstairs some minutes later, dewy and fresh from a shower, and found him digging into his third stack of pancakes and link sausages. Her face colored a deep rose pink. 'Good morning,' she said.
There was no bra under that skimpy tank top, he noticed. His glance switched her brights on. They went hard and tight against the stretchy fabric. He could feel those raspberry-textured nubs against his face, his lips fastened around them, tongue swirling, suckling.
He looked down at his pancakes. 'Uh, great breakfast, Barbara.'
She shot him a narrow glance and turned to Erin. 'Want some pancakes, hon?'
'Sure,' Erin said. She poured herself some coffee and dosed it with milk. 'What's on your agenda for the day, Connor?'
'I need to track down Billy Vega,' he told her. 'I don't like leaving you alone, but I'd rather do it on my own.' She didn't need to know the rest of his plans. Which included planting microwave beacons in her stuff so he could keep tabs on her.
'You really think Novak might have hired him to control Cindy?' Barbara asked.
He gave her a noncommittal shrug. 'Just ruling out possibilities. I want you all to stay right here with the doors locked. And I want you to keep that revolver while I'm not with you, Erin.'
Erin winced. He braced himself for Barbara's disapproval, but Barbara nodded, a martial glint in her eye. 'I have a gun, too,' she said. 'A Beretta 8000 Cougar. And I know how to use it, too. Eddie taught me. Anyone tries to touch my girls, and I will blow their heads right off.'
Erin coughed and set her coffee down. 'Good Lord, Mom.'
Connor grinned his approval and raised his coffee mug in a toast to his future mother-in-law. 'Excellent. This place is guarded by kick-ass Amazon warrior goddesses. I'm outclassed. Practically redundant.'
Barbara passed Erin a plate of pancakes. 'Hardly that,' she said primly. She forked some sausage links onto Erin's plate, hesitated, and dumped the rest onto his own, a clear mark of favor. 'You certainly made yourself useful last night. Your brothers, too.' She pursed her lips, uncomfortable. 'I, ah, haven't thanked you yet, for your help.'
Erin hid her face behind her hair. Her shoulders shook. 'Don't thank him, Mom,' she said. 'It has a very strange effect on him.'
He choked on his coffee and kicked her under the table.
She covered her face and tried unsuccessfully to muffle her giggles.
Barbara regarded them with chilly hauteur. 'When you two are finished chortling over your private joke, I don't suppose you'd care to explain what's so funny?'
'No,' he said hastily. 'She's just yanking my chain. You're more than welcome, Barbara. Anytime.'
Barbara's lips twitched, as if she were suppressing a smile. 'Eat your sausages before they get cold,' she snapped.
He cheerfully obliged her, sneaking hungry glances at Erin as she tucked in her pancakes. She was so amazingly pretty. Gorgeous shoulders, cute rounded arms, all soft and luscious. And those tits, high and quivering against that tantalizing tank top. Her regal posture just did it to him: her head so high, her back so straight, shooting him secret, heated glances from under her eyelashes. It drove him nuts.
Erin dipped her fingers into pancake syrup and peeked to make sure that Barbara's back was turned. Her lips curved in a seductive smile as she licked her fingertip. She drew the next finger into her soft, rosy mouth and sucked it, circling her pink tongue around the tip.
Color flared in his face as if he were thirteen again. He stared down into his empty plate and scrambled for a diversion. 'Uh, would you mind if I took the cell phone when I go?' he asked. 'I want you to be able to reach me at all times.'
'Of course,' Erin said. 'I charged it up last night.'
He nodded his thanks and gulped down the rest of his coffee. 'I guess I'd, uh, better get going, then.'
'I'll miss you.' Her smile made him want to fall to his knees.
'I'll come back as soon as I can.' He fled the kitchen before he could start babbling, too flustered even to thank Barbara for breakfast.
Erin padded after him. 'The cell phone is plugged into the outlet by the couch,' she told him. 'Let me get it for you.'
She handed him the phone after he shrugged his coat on, and disarmed the alarm for him. They gazed at each other. There was so much to say, they were both speechless.
Connor touched her cheek with his fingertip. 'Erin. Last night was really intense. I need to know if we're still, uh… I don't mean to pressure you, but I don't want to float around on cloud nine all day thinking it's a done deal if you've got second thoughts. If you need time, I'll back off. I won't like it, but I'll do it. So tell me if—'
'I love you, Connor.' She went up on tiptoe and pulled his face down to hers. Her lips were so soft and sweet, his whole body was racked by a shudder of delight. 'It's a done deal.'
That was as much as he could take. He pulled her soft, pliant body against his. Her tits pressed against his chest, his hands were full of the satin richness of her hair, her mouth was a pool of honey and spices and juicy, sun-warmed fruit. She arched against him and—
'Ahem. Have a nice morning, Connor.'
They sprang apart at Barbara's crisp tone. Connor twitched his coat shut. Erin hid her reddened mouth with her hand.
'Thanks, Barbara. I'll, uh, be on my way,' he mumbled.
'I think that would be best,' Barbara said.
He was almost to Seth and Raine's place before his jeans fit normally. He was so jazzed, he practically danced up the wooden steps that led to the side kitchen entrance. He disarmed Seth's high-tech security system with practiced ease and let himself in. For the first time, Seth and Raine's altar crammed with wedding and honeymoon photos didn't make his lip curl. The whole world should get so lucky. If everybody felt like this all the time, earth would be a paradise. No war, no crime. Everybody bouncing off the walls, singing all day long.
Connor had spent enough time in Seth's basement workshop arsenal to know his way around. He rifled through the disks until he found Seth's latest version of X-Ray Specs, and dug through the numbered drawers, pulling out a handful of beacons housed in little plastic envelopes. He filled his pockets with them, tucked one of the receivers under his arm, and scrawled a note of thanks, leaving it on Seth's computer keyboard.
Next stop, Erin's apartment.
Erin's cat presented him with the first of several moral dilemmas. The animal started yowling the moment he let himself in the door with the help of his ATM card. It twined around his feet, trotted to its food bowl, and sat down. Luminous golden eyes regarded him expectantly.
'But I can't feed you,' he protested. 'If I feed you, I'll be busted. Erin will know that I was here. I'll bring her over later and she can feed you then. A little patience. You're too fat, anyway.'
The cat licked its chops, bared its fangs, and meowed. His conscience pricked him. 'Maybe some dry food,' he conceded. 'Just a little to tide you over.' He searched through the cupboards until he found a bag of cat food, and dumped a small amount into the bowl. The cat sniffed at it and gave him a you-have-got-to-be-kidding look.
'I told you,' he explained. 'No wet food. It's not my fault. I've got nothing against you personally.'
The cat curled sulkily down over the bowl and began to crunch.
The second dilemma was actually more a practical one than a moral one. Planting beacons on one's girlfriend during warm weather was as difficult as it was morally iffy. It was easier to hide stuff in heavy outerwear, and her purse and wallet and tape recorder, which were his best bets, were all with her at her mother's house. The Mueller report would've been good, if she'd kept it in a briefcase, but it was just a manila folder full of loose papers and photos, no way to hide the thing. He tagged her organizer, stitched beacons randomly into her jackets and blazers. That was as much as he could do until he got a whack at her purse. He wished Seth were around. Seth was born devious.
