“I’m going back to the room,” Megan said, giving Jayna a smile—and a pretty pointed look. “I’ll see you later.”
Jayna felt her face color. Could Megan be any more obvious? Yesterday, she’d asked Jayna when she was going to make a move on Eric. According to Megan, it was obvious to everyone that Eric had a thing for her. Jayna admitted she had a thing for him too but said it never seemed to be the right time. Megan must have thought now was the right time since Eric was lying half-naked on the floor in a very appreciative mood.
Jayna wasn’t so sure about that, but she did want to talk to him about a few things while they had a little privacy. So after Megan left, she told Eric to stay put while she cleaned off the rest of the blood.
“This is becoming a habit,” he murmured.
She smiled. “I hope digging bullets out of you doesn’t become a habit. I’m a werewolf, not a doctor.”
He let out a low, sexy growl as the towel slipped a bit too low. “Okay, tell me you didn’t just steal a line from Star Trek.”
Jayna laughed. “I guess I did. I feel like such a nerd.”
He flashed her a grin. “That’s okay. I think nerds are sexy.”
By the time she got the worst of the mess off, the bleeding had completely stopped and the wound looked measurably better. She was amazed at how fast he healed. None of the werewolves in her pack could have knit up so fast, not even Liam.
She rinsed out the towel, then gently rubbed it over his chest and abs again, in case there were any scratches or cuts she hadn’t noticed the first time.
“So, now Megan loves you too, huh?” she said.
Eric’s mouth twitched. “Too?”
Jayna smirked right back at him. “I’m talking about Moe. He told me all about what you did at the drug lab the two of you went out to raid with Kos this morning, how you let those gang members go after Kos ordered you to kill them, then burned the place down so no one would know. Moe was pretty worked up, so I didn’t get all the details out of him, but I can tell you one thing for sure: as far as he’s concerned, you pretty much walk on water.”
Eric snorted. “I’m far from that perfect. Those guys I cut loose this morning were hardcore gangbangers. Making meth is the least of their crimes. I told them to get out of town or end up on a slab in the morgue. They chose the first option. I have no way of knowing if they’ll leave though. If they show up on the Albanians’ radar, I’m screwed. But what else could I do? It wasn’t like I could just kill them in cold blood.”
Jayna leaned over to wipe up some blood that had gotten on the inside of one of his bulging biceps. The move brought her T-shirt-covered breasts extremely close to his well-muscled chest, and she swore she could feel the heat pouring off him. She cleaned off the blood, then sat back as quickly as she could. While she enjoyed the sensation of being so close to him, she wasn’t sure if she liked where that sensation might lead.
There was no denying the attraction between her and Eric, even if the loft wasn’t the best place to pursue it. He never pushed, which Jayna appreciated, but she’d have to be blind not to notice the gold that flared in his eyes any time they got close. Even now, after having a bullet dug out of him, she could see the desire burning like molten sunlight.
Her breath hitched, and she had to work to calm her pulse and her breathing, knowing part of Eric’s excitement was due to the arousal pheromones that probably poured off her whenever she was this close to him.
“Moe thinks you did the right thing, and so do I,” she said. “What did you tell Frasheri when you got back?”
Eric laughed, making his abs tense and flex in the most mesmerizing way. She seriously loved those abs.
“I was going to lie and tell him that Kos was skimming money, but I didn’t have to. It turns out Kos told Frasheri we only got fifty grand and a couple bags of meth from the drug lab. All I did was tell Frasheri the truth—that it was more like a hundred grand and fifty baggies of junk.”
Jayna’s jaw dropped. “You mean that Kos really is ripping off his uncle?”
“It looks like it. Frasheri’s heart rate went through the roof. A few minutes later, he gave me another one of those big manila envelopes full of cash and asked me to take it to the self-storage locker.”