Mystery Man
Page 31

He grinned. “You think I’m a step down from superhero?”
Oh shit! Time to cover.
“I was being facetious,” I informed him.
His grin got bigger. “No, you think I’m a step down from superhero.”
“Don’t you have good news to tell me?” I prompted in order to change the subject.
“Probably it was that night I gave you the triple orgasm,” he stayed on the current subject and my mouth dropped open.
Then I snapped it shut to ask, “What?”
“That night when I did that thing with my mouth and fingers and you –”
“I didn’t have a triple orgasm, Hawk,” I snapped but the truth was, I did.
“Babe, you did, I counted.”
“No, it was just really long,” I lied.
“Gwen, don’t you think I know when you stop comin’ and start again?”
“No, I don’t think you know,” I retorted.
“It happens enough,” he observed and he was right.
There was one for the con side of the Should I Explore Things with Cabe “Hawk” Delgado List. Hawk was arrogant.
“Hello?” I called. “Good news? Or, maybe you can tell me why Ginger getting away is bad news.”
He grinned at me then finally changed the subject.
“Ginger getting away is bad news because, I had Ginger under my thumb, I could hand her to Lawson. I didn’t get Ginger under my thumb. Instead, I tackled the inferno in your Dad’s livin’ room.”
I felt my brows draw together. “Hand her to Lawson?”
“Only safe place for her to be is with the police. She cuts a deal, they cut her jail time or, if she’s got half the shit they think she’s got, they hand her to the Feds who give her a new identity, Ginger Kidd testifies then she disappears but she does it breathin’.”
“The Feds?” I whispered.
At my whisper and possibly the terrified look on my face, Hawk’s face gentled. “Babe, you know she’s in serious shit.”
“Yes,” I confirmed, “but the Feds?”
“Her shit is serious,” he repeated with variation.
I looked at my lap and whispered, “Damn.”
Hawk lifted my head with his thumb and finger at my chin until my eyes met his, he dropped his hand and went on. “I had her under my thumb, they wouldn’t have made a play for her. They wanted to smoke her out and get me occupied. They succeeded in that.”
“She was only there a few minutes. Did they have enough time to conceive and execute this dire plan?”
“They’re resourceful.”
That wasn’t good news.
“But she got away,” I finished.
“She got away,” Hawk affirmed.
“And Dog?” I asked.
“Found him. He’s allergic to the police so he took off. He arrived after the fire started, doin’ a drive-by, keepin’ an eye on you for Tack. He didn’t see anything, not even Ginger or she’d be at the Chaos compound right about now.”
“Keeping an eye on me for Tack?”
His look shifted to unhappy. “Told you, babe, you do not want Tack’s attention but you got it.”
“I got it, I know, but I don’t get it. Why was Dog doing a drive-by?”
“Tack’s orders, keepin’ you safe.”
I stared at him.
Then I breathed, “Keeping me safe?”
He stared back at me.
Then he asked, “Babe, seriously?”
“I met him once,” I reminded Hawk.
“Twice,” Hawk reminded me.
“Okay, twice,” I amended.
“Yeah,” Hawk agreed.
“So, I don’t get it. I barely know him. Why would he send Dog out to keep an eye on me?”
Hawk stared at me again then he repeated, “Babe, seriously?”
I threw up my hands and straightened in the bed, crossing my legs under me. “Yes, Hawk, seriously. What is up with that?”
His eyes narrowed before he asked, “Do you remember our conversation last night?”
Uh-oh.
“Which one?” I asked hesitantly.
“The one where I told you I clocked you before I even walked into the restaurant where you were sittin’, entertaining every man in the room.”
“I wasn’t entertaining every man in the room!” I snapped.
“Babe, you were.”
“Was not.”
“You were.”
I leaned in a bit. “Was not.”
“Sweet Pea, you were flippin’ your hair, fidgeting on your stool, suckin’ straws but just your laugh is enough to make a man’s dick get hard.”
Another con. Sort of. I mean, all that stuff I was doing for him and I was certainly glad to know, after all this time, he noticed but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
And it was nice he liked my laugh.
Moving on.
“And this has to do with Tack…?” I prompted.
“Are you not seein’ the pattern here?”
“Uh… no.”
“Were you not in your yard yesterday with Lawson, Tack and me?”
Uh-oh.
“I was there,” I snapped.
“And were not in your livin’ room when your boy Troy showed?”
Hmm. I was seeing his point.
“That doesn’t count, I’ve known Troy –”
Hawk cut me off. “Counts for him.”
He was probably right.
Hawk continued. “Counts for me.”
I crossed my arms on my chest. “Can you get to the point?”
“The point is, you’re the kind of woman whose furnace breaks down, she calls you, you haul your ass over to her house to fix it, even if you’re in the middle of a game.”
Oh shit. That had happened. It was right in the middle of a Broncos game when I called Troy.
God, I hated it that Hawk knew everything about me.
Another con!
“And you’re also the kind of woman who a man sees curled in a protective ball, he’s moved to do what he can to make certain that doesn’t happen again.”
I felt my eyes get squinty. “Is that why you’re here?”
He shook his head. “I’m here ‘cause when you come, you come hard, you don’t hold back but you do hold on and you do it tight. I’m here because when you call me baby in this bed, I feel it in my dick. And I’m here because you don’t hesitate throwing attitude when every other woman I know doesn’t have the guts to say boo to me. Seein’ you scared and wantin’ to do something about it was just an extra reason that made me want to be here.”