Bare It All
Page 19

 Lori Foster

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That was fast work.
The kiss lingered, and Rowdy lifted both brows. He meant what he’d said: he knew women, so he knew it wasn’t in Alice’s nature to get involved easily. Reese must’ve conjured some magic.
It wasn’t any of his business, but damn it, he felt protective—maybe of both of them. And wasn’t that a bunch of bullshit? Hell, Reese was a well-trained, astute, hulk of a cop.
Alice needed a gentle hand, but Reese...well, Alice hid something dark and dangerous. Rowdy saw it there in her eyes, the same shadows he faced every time he looked in a mirror. Would Alice’s past cause problems for a reputable cop?
Tired of being a voyeur, Rowdy said, “You’re going to make her faint.”
With clear reluctance, Reese pulled back, and Alice struggled to get it together. It was amusing to watch, and her blush was as pretty as her smile, as uplifting as her laugh.
“Behave, Rowdy.” She licked her lips, realized what she’d done and glared at both men.
Rowdy fought off a grin. The lady had grit—which meant she wouldn’t easily give into fears or intimidation. Whatever she had in her past, it had to be something substantial.
It was nice that she had Reese’s attention, but that wouldn’t keep Rowdy from giving protection of his own. After all, Reese was limited by legalities.
Rowdy...not so much.
Judging by Reese’s possessive posture—with both the dog and Alice—things were about to get real interesting.
That was just the way Rowdy liked it.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE DISGRUNTLED LOOK on Alice’s face didn’t deter Reese. He ignored it, just as he ignored Rowdy’s smug amusement and rapt attention.
Because he wanted to, because for whatever reason, she was too damn tempting, he put his mouth to hers again. This time he kept it light, brief to the point of frustration, and when he lifted his head he smoothed her plump bottom lip with his thumb. “Where can I store my stuff?”
Somewhat dazed and definitely flustered, she looked around as if she didn’t know her own apartment.
“I can hang my change of clothes in the hall closet, if that’s okay.”
She didn’t look at Rowdy. She didn’t really look at Reese either.
“Alice?”
“Mmm? Oh.” After a deep shuddering breath, she pulled herself together. “Why don’t I put your shaving kit in the bathroom? I, ah, have a shelf in there, so it’ll be handy when you need it...tomorrow I guess. To shave.” Pained, she did a verbal push to get beyond her stumbling speech. “Please do feel free to use the hall closet for your clothing. It’s mostly empty, so there should be plenty of room.”
“Right.” Empty for now—but when she got her gun back from Logan, she’d have yet another weapon stored there. “Thanks.”
With a dismissive smile, she hurried off. Reese shot a suspicious frown at Rowdy—and saw him watching Alice’s retreat.
No f**king way. Was that interest in Rowdy’s gaze? It better not be. It damn well better be something else—what, Reese had no idea.
Turning to fully face him, Reese waited until he gained Rowdy’s complete attention. To ensure Alice wouldn’t hear, he kept his voice low. “What are you doing here? And don’t give me that bullshit about visiting.”
Rowdy followed his lead and spoke in a near whisper. “She’s scary.”
“Alice? Don’t be stupid.”
“A dog that doesn’t bark is always the most dangerous.”
“You’re calling her a dog?” Reese knew that wasn’t his point at all.
“I’m saying she’s too quiet, and too proper.” Rowdy took a seat again, and Cash abandoned Reese to join him. “She’s also putting on a brave front, almost like she’s been doing it so long she doesn’t even realize it now.”
No kidding. He’d figured that one out on his own. “What do you know of it?”
“Only that it bothers me.”
So Alice hadn’t confided in Rowdy either? Good. He wanted her to trust him first and foremost, not any other man. “Don’t worry about it.” Reese took his clothes to the closet. “I’ve got it covered.”
“Somehow, Reese, I don’t think you do.”
Reese was ready to take him apart, but Alice reentered with forced cheer.
“Where are my manners? Rowdy, would you like something to drink?”
“No,” Reese said, “he doesn’t.”
Confusion tripped her up. “You already asked him?”
“No.”
Alice frowned at him.
Rowdy just smirked. “I’m good, Alice, thanks, anyway.”
Before Alice could protest, Reese asked him, “So, you saw Logan? He’s doing okay?”
“He’s surly and complaining that Pepper keeps trying to shove a pain pill down his throat.”
“He isn’t taking his meds?”
“The antibiotics, sure. But the pain pills make him sleepy, so he’d rather suffer the discomfort. Thing is, if he so much as flickers an eyelid, Pepper can’t bear it. She wants to ‘comfort’ him.”
Imagining that, Reese grinned. Like him, Logan wasn’t big on being coddled. It emasculated a man, especially a man who wanted to do the coddling. “I can see why that’d make him surly. At least he has a reason to stay in bed.” Then, just to tweak Rowdy, he added, “With Pepper.”