“Goin’ with you tonight to do that thing with you in the Highlands,” he mostly repeated.
“Zano—”
His face got close again. “Baby, not gettin’ in your business. But after last night, wanna watch you do your thing.”
That feeling stole through me again because he didn’t sound like he was doing this to horn his way in to find a way to protect me, or alternately, find a reason to talk me out of doing it.
He sounded like he was genuinely interested in what I did.
And it had to be said, I was good at what I did, and after his reaction last night, where he gave me absolutely no shit in a situation where any alpha badass would lose his mind, but instead he got off on it, it seemed Ren was coming around.
Spectacularly.
“Right, then you’re going with us tonight,” I agreed.
He grinned, moved in and kissed me. It was sweet, but short (unfortunately).
He lifted his head and stated, “Find time between one thing and another to have dinner with your man.”
Bossy.
But since this was something I wanted too, I nodded.
He gave me a brush on the lips and moved away, saying, “Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll rinse ‘em then deal with ‘em when I get home. We both gotta get goin’.”
Another order that I could accept so I nodded again and jumped off the counter.
Ren ran water over the dishes as I prepared travel mugs of coffee for us. We walked out together, Ren locking up after us.
His Jag was at the front of the house (it always was and the street was busy, meaning he might have parking voodoo, too). Mine was across the street and down some (which, without parking voodoo, was a better than average spot for me).
Being Ren, he walked me to my car. Another brush on the lips before he stood with his hand on the door while I folded in.
“Later, babe,” I said, my hand on the handle to pull the door closed, but he nor his hand moved. I looked up to him to see him looking down the street. “Zano?” I called.
“You know that guy?” he asked.
I twisted in my seat and looked out the side of my car. I saw nothing but a car driving away.
“What guy?” I asked back and looked up at him.
He was still gazing down the street then he looked down at me. “He got in his car and took off as you were gettin’ in yours. You get a look at him at all?”
“No,” I answered. “Who was he?”
“Seen him at your apartment building,” Ren said, and I felt the skin on the back of my neck prickle. “I’d come over. He’d hear me knock and look out. Four doors down from you.”
So that was why Ren was always staring down the hall.
I tried to think who lived four doors down from me and realized I didn’t know. I’d known a number of people in my building but who was behind that door wasn’t one of them.
“Just thought he was nosy,” Ren said and I refocused on him. “But that shit isn’t right.”
It wasn’t.
“I’ll call my landlord and see if he’ll give me details on who lives there,” I told Ren.
“Do that today,” Ren bossed me.
I fought an eye roll and murmured, “I’m on it.”
He leaned in, gave me another brush on the lips, pulled away and said quietly, “Later, honey.”
“Later,” I replied.
He slammed the door. I belted up, started her up and took off.
I did this looking in my rearview, watching Ren in his suit sauntering to his car.
And enjoying the view.
* * * * *
“Ralphie says no,” Sadie told us.
It was late morning at Fortnum’s and we were sitting in the seating area at the front of the store. Daisy was in with her furniture catalogues. Sadie was in to get coffees for her and Ralphie to take back to her gallery. But Sadie had been corralled into trolling the catalogues (of which all of them, and there were five, had dozens of plastic sticky tabs jutting out the sides).
She’d been sending photos of the furniture Daisy had narrowed it down to (with the word “narrowed” used loosely) to Ralphie.
