Hot Winter Nights
Page 35He lifted his hands, showing her that they weren’t on her in any way. “Doing what?”
“You know what!”
“Breathing?”
“Yes! Especially on my neck.”
“You liked it.”
Way too much . . .
Clearly able to read her mind, he smiled. “Are you going to invite your partner along tomorrow night?”
“No,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m just going to work a shift and you stick out in all your big, alpha, silent badassery. And plus, there’s no way you’d actually wear an elf costume, so . . .”
He’d gone brows up at the badassery comment. “I can’t wear an elf costume,” he said. “No place to put my gun.”
She snorted and wriggled her butt against his “gun.”
He whipped her around to face him and pressed her up against the wall with six feet plus of solid muscle, and her eyes started to drift closed of their own doing. “That’s a pretty big gun,” she said breathlessly.
Laughing, he dropped his forehead to hers. “You’ve been ignoring me since the meeting. You okay?”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
His brown eyes met hers and held.
“Because of last night? Lucas, I think we both know exactly how okay I am after that.” She gave him a small smile. “Nothing’s changed.”
He ran his fingers along her jaw, letting them sink into her hair. “Good. But I’m going with you tomorrow night. Tomorrow night and always.”
“You’ll wear an elf costume?” she asked, teasingly hopeful.
She ran her gaze over his leanly muscled body. “Exactly how many weapons are you packing anyway?”
A very wicked smile crossed his mouth. “Unless you’re prepared to search me and find out yourself, none of your business.”
This caused a rush of heat to go right through her, but she lifted her chin and gave him a light shove.
He let her have her space, but didn’t go far. “I’m still coming with,” he said.
“Because you think I need backup?”
“Because we’re partners. And if you’re free right now, I could actually use your help with something.”
“Like what?” she asked, eyes narrowed.
He smiled. “Suspicious much?”
“With you, yes.”
“Have I ever steered you wrong or left you hanging?”
“No,” she had to admit. He’d never done anything but be brutally honest, have her back on this case, and respect her abilities.
As for the leaving her hanging thing . . . he’d never left her hanging at all. In fact, he’d refused to leave her behind.
So she supposed it wouldn’t be fair to leave him behind now.
Chapter 16
#AreYouElfingKiddinMe
Lucas couldn’t help but smile at the look on Molly’s face. At the moment she was utterly transparent, and he liked where her thoughts had gone. A lot. “My aunt’s having a holiday party,” he said. “And I promised I’d show up.”
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “No, no, no.”
“And there’s an additional problem,” he went on as if she hadn’t spoken. “I have to bring a date to save me from all the dates my family will have planted at this party for me if I show up single. The fear is real, Molly.”
He blew out a breath. “Please?”
She looked boggled at that, and he got it. It wasn’t often he asked for help. “You’re not afraid of anything,” she said. “I’ve seen you jump off a fifty-foot bridge to go after a suspect. And only three weeks ago, you threw yourself in front of a bullet to save a client. You’re fearless.”
“Not entirely. Turns out I’m terrified of the meddling, nosy women in my family.”
“Wow.”
“Wow in a good way, right?” he asked.
“No.”
He had to laugh. She was seriously the only woman he’d ever met who could push all his buttons and yet still make him want her. Which solved it. He’d lost his mind. “You going to help me or not?”
“By pretending to be your date?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay, whatever. Sure, I’ll save your ass,” she said with a martyr-like sigh. “But it’s going to cost you. Big-time.”
“What’s your price?” he asked as they took the stairs down to the courtyard.
“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. The price is a favor, to be named at a later date. And you can’t say no.”
“I don’t think so,” he said.
“Okay then.” She shrugged and shifted, reversing directions. “Have a good night—”
He caught her arm. Damn. She was both terrifying and incredibly impressive. If the guys could see him now, they’d be laughing their asses off. “Fine,” he said. “We’ve got a deal. A favor for a favor. But you have to really sell being my date.”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Sell? Sell how exactly?”
“Well . . .” He thought about that. “You could brag about me a little bit.” He smiled. “Or a lot. And rub up against me and look at me like I’m a sex god. The whole nine yards.”
She shook her head. “I’m seeing a whole new side of you here, Lucas.”
“Whatever gets you through the day,” she said.
He drove. They were out of the city and on the highway before she straightened and took a good look around, which was a testament to just how exhausted she was, working both her regular day job and moonlighting on the Bad Santa case.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I told you. My aunt’s holiday party.” He paused and glanced over at her, hoping she wasn’t armed. He was pretty sure she wasn’t, but Joe was always armed to the teeth so he couldn’t be positive without a pat down—and the likelihood of her allowing that was slim to never. “I told you that she lives in the Sierras. On the summit, in fact.”
Molly gaped at him. “As in Donner Summit? Near Tahoe?”
“Well, not quite that far, but yeah.”
“You didn’t say it was outside the city!”
He shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”
“Oh my God.” But she didn’t say anything else, or demand he take her home, both good signs. It was snowing lightly, casting the night in a soft, white glow as they began the climb up the mountains.
“I love the mountains and especially snow,” she admitted softly, staring out the window. “It’s calm and quiet and . . .”
“And . . .”
She didn’t answer.
Romantic. He’d bet that’s what she’d been about to say and he agreed. The snow was deceptively romantic.
All of which added up to nothing but trouble.
“Do you come up here often?” she asked.
“My family loves Tahoe and spends a lot of time up here. We gather at the cabin as often as possible. Less now, though.”
“People too busy?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Josh, my brother, used to handle most of the planning of these trips. He was the perennial middle kid, the peacemaker, the gatherer. The rest of us try, but we’re no match for him.”