“I wouldn’t mind taking her.”
“No,” he said. “I got it.” The door clicked shut behind Jeremy. Rixey pushed out of bed, his back raising hell and his cock hard as steel, and his brain went right to the events of the previous night. Kissing, touching, groping. Sonofabitch. Hopefully, they’d make some major headway on figuring out Becca and Charlie’s situations today. The sooner she was back at her own place and out of his life, the better for both of them.
In the meantime, he’d keep his hands and his dick to himself. It shouldn’t be that fucking hard.
“SORRY I DIDN’T think to ask about your schedule last night,” Nick said in a gravelly voice as he entered the kitchen and went right to the coffeepot. He poured a cup and turned to her, his butt leaning against the counter.
Becca swallowed a bite of cereal. Oh, man, he was as beautiful in the light of day as he was in the shadows of night. He’d clearly showered, and the dampness made his hair darker. His gray T-shirt clung to his skin, wet spots showing through here and there like he hadn’t dried all the way. The gun holster emphasized the bulk of his shoulders.
She cleared her throat, hoping things weren’t going to be awkward between them. They were adults, after all; they should be able to handle a kiss. Okay, a make-out. A really hot make-out. “It’s fine. We have a little time. And Jeremy was keeping me entertained with a description of his T-shirt collection.”
Jeremy grinned and nodded around a big dripping bite of Cocoa Puffs. The shirt he had on today was black with the words Orgasm Donor centered around a red cross. The guy was a flirt and a total smart-ass, and she kinda adored both about him.
Rixey shook his head. “I don’t think there’s a dirty shirt he doesn’t own.”
His brother sat his bowl in the sink with a clunk. “It’s my mission to make sure that’s true.”
Becca smiled. “Do you have any of the Big Johnson shirts from down at the shore?”
“Do I have . . . I’m wearing one tomorrow just for you.”
“Oh, God,” she said. “That was a dumb question, wasn’t it?” She slipped off the stool with her empty bowl.
“Told ya.” Rixey held out his hand. “Here, I’ll take it.”
“Thanks,” she said, meeting the light green of his eyes, like the sea glass she sometimes found at the beach. He held her gaze for a moment, silently asking if they were okay. She smiled, relief flooding through her. “I’ll be ready in five.” She dashed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then grabbed her purse and rejoined them in the kitchen.
Jeremy winked. “Adiós, muchacha.”
She winked back. “Hasta luego.”
“Oh, well played.”
She chuckled and followed Nick to the door.
“Later,” he called to Jeremy, guiding Becca out. “Remember the apartment code?” She nodded. “In case you need it, the exterior code is six-eight-zero-one-three.”
She repeated the number out loud, twice. “Got it.”
Outside, the morning air was cool and damp. Puddles settled here and there in the gravel, as if it had stopped raining not long before. They walked to his car in silence, and he followed her around to the passenger side, where he opened the door.
How he could be such a hard-ass and have such good manners, she didn’t know. Probably a military thing. Definitely a sexy thing.
A moment later, Rixey settled into the driver’s seat. “Where to?” he asked as he brought the engine to life on a low growl.
“University Medical Center. Greene and Lombard. I wish I didn’t even have to work today, but I’m covering for someone who couldn’t find anyone else. If I bail, they’ll be shorthanded. And Fridays are always crazy. But I’m going to arrange to take a leave until we find Charlie.”
“Well, I need to put some plans into place anyway. So you won’t miss anything.”
She nodded, and they made their way through the early morning traffic in silence.
“While you’re at work today,” he finally said, “if you’d be comfortable giving me your keys, I’d like to check your house and car out more thoroughly. If you’ll call a locksmith and let me know what time they’re coming, I’ll meet the guy and get your locks changed.”
“Are you still going to visit the private investigator?”
He nodded. “Yeah. He has the bug detection equipment I need, actually. And he’ll know the best way to organize the search.”
She frowned, hating that she had to do this last shift. “I wish I could go with you.”
“We can see him again when you’re free. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Warm pressure filled her chest. “Thank you. I just want to know what’s going on.” She glanced out the window, worry for Charlie gripping her like quicksand.
“I don’t blame you one bit, Becca.”