Sixth Grave on the Edge
Page 20I gasped. “That was one time. And she pulled through it just fine.”
“Mm-hm. Can I finish my dinner now?”
“Yes.” I turned and stalked off to show him how angry I was. Ostrich, my ass. She was fine once the vet removed the Tupperware.
As I made my way to Reyes’s apartment, hoping he’d be home from work, I called out to Duff. Darn him. One minute I can’t get the man out of my hair, and the next he’s impossible to find. Like a ghost.
Laughing at my own sense of humor, I knocked on Reyes’s door. Someone had to laugh, and I was pretty much the only one who got me. It was a lonely life.
The door opened, and a seemingly annoyed Reyes stood on the other side. What’d I do now?
“Hey,” I said, about half a second before the door slammed in my face. What the—? I knocked again, this time pounding.
The door opened wide as he leaned against the frame and crossed his arms at his chest. He really liked that pose. I really liked that he liked that pose.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Why didn’t you use the key?”
“Because.” I’d thought about it, but I still had a hard time just barging in on him. I handed him the list. “I thought you were at work.”
“Was. I’m not now.”
“A man of few words. Well, I got a few words for you.” I pushed it into his hands. “I need working capital.”
“Jump around and sing ‘Oklahoma’? How do I know? It’s a stove.”
“I’m going to need some kind of incentive program if I’m going to fork out this kind of money.”
I held back a laugh. “Incentive program, huh? So what’s a stove worth these days?”
“Depends. Do you have a nurse’s uniform?”
I raised a mischievous brow. “No, but I have a Princess Leia slave costume.”
A deep hunger flashed in his irises. It caused a warmth to flood my abdomen, and only partly because he knew what a Princess Leia slave costume consisted of.
“That’ll do,” he said. “And this is already taken care of.” He handed me back the list. “Just give this to the management company.”
“They won’t give me the runaround?”
“Not if they want to remain your management company.” He had a point. “Are you still insisting on paying the Dealer a visit?”
As he spoke, a shadow nearby caught my attention. Sometimes ADD was a good thing. I turned in time to see Duff appear by my door, then disappear just as quickly.
“Hold that thought,” I said to Reyes as I spun around and scanned the hallway. “Duff!” I called out. “Show yourself this instant.”
He did, but he materialized at the other end of the hall.
“N-n-nothing. J-j-just s-standing here,” he said, his stutter more pronounced than usual. But he wasn’t looking at me. He was keeping his watchful gaze on Reyes and resembled a rabbit ready to bolt.
“Look,” I said, walking toward him, “I just have a few questions. I wanted to talk to you. Will you come here?”
“I-I’ll s-stay here, thank you v-very much.”
Aw, he was sweet. “You’re so welcome. But, really, I need to talk to you—”
I’d started to gesture to my door when I caught Reyes’s scowl in my periphery. I turned back to him. “What are you doing?”
“What?”
“You’re intimidating him.”
“I’m standing here.”
“Yes, intimidatingly.”
One corner of his mouth lifted playfully. “And just how should I stand?”
“For starters, you can stop scowling at him.”
He let his gaze travel back to Duff, slowly, menacingly, then said, “But it’s fun.”
He lowered his head, pretending to be repentant, then looked at me from underneath his long lashes and said, “But Duff here isn’t just any departed, are you, boy?” He leveled another cold stare on him, and Duff disappeared.
“Damn it,” I said, backhanding Reyes’s shoulder, albeit lightly. “How do you know him?”
“Duff and I are old friends. He used to come visit me in prison.”
“What?” I glanced over my shoulder, but he was still gone. “Why?”
“He was keeping an eye on me.” He reached out and let his fingers glide along my stomach.
“Why would he do that?” I asked. I was always out of the loop.
“He was worried about you. Seems he’s smitten.”
Oh, man. Seriously? “He’s a departed, Reyes. It’s not like we can actually have a relationship.”
“If any human could have a relationship with a departed, it’d be you. And he knows it.” He slid a finger into my belt loop and tugged.
“Reyes, he’s harmless. Be nice to him.”
He ran a hand around to the small of my back, the heat of him almost too much to bear. It soaked into my skin and my hair, and caused goose bumps to lace over me, it was so hot. “I love that about you,” he said, picking up a lock of my hair and rubbing it between the fingers of one hand while pulling me closer with the other. “Your inability to see the bad in people until it’s too late.” He was being awfully flirtatious, almost as though he were trying to change the subject.