“She had your number the minute she saw you.” Posey picks her book back up but doesn’t start reading it again. “I’m shocked she hasn’t put you to work in her backyard or had you build, like, shelves in her closet or something.”
Er.She might havehit me up for some manual labor—and I still may—all she needs is an enclosure built for her garbage cans so the animals don’t get into it at night.
I don’t mention this to Posey.
“You, uh, going to bed?” I’m lingering like a puppy dog, and I’m not even mad about it.
“Soon. Want to finish this chapter.” She laughs. “Just one more chapter, right? Isn’t that what they always say?”
How the hell would I know what they always say? I don’t even know whotheyare.
“Kay.” I scratch my head so I’m not tempted to scratch my balls. “Want me to get you up or are you plannin’ on settin’ an alarm?”
“I’ll set an alarm. I don’t trust you not to come in here banging pots and pans.”
“Pots and pans? Now ain’t that a fine idea.”
The wheels in my brain start turning.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warns me. “I swear on all that is holy…”
Imagine how pissed she’d be if I woke her up by dumping a pail of water on her head. Madder than a wet cat, except she’d probably refuse to go anywhere with me and if she did, she’d make the day a living hell.
Nix the bucket of cold water…
“I don’t trust you anymore,” Posey lets me know.
“Me! I’ve only scared you once, and that was unintentional. You have purposely scared the piss out of me twice.”
“You’re bigger than I am.”
“So? What does size have to do with anything?”
Her petite shoulders go up in a shrug. “It counts for something.”
“All right. Well.” I stand there, staring.
Smooth shoulders, smooth collarbone, smooth legs—round boobs.
Damn.
“I’ll leave you to it.”
She gives a tiny wave. “See you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams.”
Sweet dreams?Shoot me now.
13
posey
My target hasn’t moved a muscle since I tiptoed through the door, his long body immobile under the covers.
Excellent, excellent…
With my feet in socks so as not to be detected, I’m quiet as a mouse, so stealth and eel-like as I creep toward him, feeling every bit the cunning creature of the night I’m not, as if my very life depended on my silence.