“What will you do?” she challenged.
“It’s what he’ll do that should worry you.”
“It does,” she exclaimed softly. “I worry about you. You’ve made yourself a target. Even your best friends don’t understand why.”
“Yeah, they do. They argue, but they understand.”
She turned his hand palm up. “You and your damn sense of honor.” She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the self-inflicted scar. “But I wouldn’t like you nearly as well if you didn’t hold to it.”
“Life’s crammed with cruel ironies like that.” He reached for a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and fingers. “I came down here in search of my nemesis, and discovered you. You were an unexpected lightning strike, Talia Shafer.”
“So were you, Drex Easton.”
“That last time…?” He arched his brow suggestively. “I liked the way you woke me up.”
“I thought you would never notice.”
He snuffled a laugh. “When a man is sleeping with a woman on top of him, and his cock starts being squeezed in that particular way, he tends to notice. Just so you know.”
She ducked her head coyly. “I’ll tuck that away for future reference.”
“I didn’t know how much I liked slow, sleepy sex.”
“That was my first time for it.”
“Mine, too. Which is why I didn’t know how much I liked it.” His gaze took a lazy tour down her front. “I had a particularly depraved encore planned for us.”
“Oh?”
“Hmm. Hell of a one.”
She reached across and poked her finger into his dimple. “Give me a hint.”
He turned his cheek toward her hand and captured her finger between his teeth. “It was going to start out tame enough, but would end up with you seeing God and screaming my name.”
“The imagination runs wild.”
He gave a rueful grin. “Sadly, it’ll have to keep. I’m off to the slammer.”
“Don’t make light of it.”
“I don’t,” he said solemnly. “Come here.” They leaned toward each other across the small table and brushed lips.
Mike chose that moment to barrel in. Seeing that he had interrupted a private moment, he halted, but only for a second before coming into the room and closing the door. “Met Menundez in the hall. He got this from the trunk of Gif’s car.” He dropped Drex’s duffel bag on the floor.
“My suit is rolled up in it. I wanted to appear in court looking a bit more respectable.”
“Locke’s given you ten minutes to change before heading downtown.”
“Did you get Gif’s key back from Menundez?”
Mike held up the fob.
“You and Talia go back to the hotel. We didn’t officially check out. See if you can get our rooms back.”
“What do we do there?” Mike asked.
“Wait for word.”