I thought it likely that Lee was up to that challenge. At least I hoped so.
“By the way, nice performance back there. I especially liked the part where you kicked the guy in the chest. Class.”
Great.
At least his voice sounded a mixture of amused and admiring.
When we got to the condo, Lee let us in and I told him I had to do the round of calls to make sure everyone was all right.
I stood on the balcony with my phone and without me having to ask, Lee brought me three ibuprofens and a glass of water. He watched as I guzzled them, took the glass and then disappeared.
Holy shit.
He was very good at this togetherness stuff.
I called Tod and Stevie first.
They were home, safe and sound and maybe a little freaked out but not mad at me. At least Tod wasn’t, he was more interested in dissecting our act on stage.
“Girlie, we kicked ass. They were on their feet. They were chanting. We gotta go shopping, we gotta get you some mini-Burgundy outfits. We gotta take this show on the road!”
Andrea and Marianne were also safe, though Andrea’s husband said she wasn’t allowed to go out with me anymore which caused a fight as no one ever told Andrea what she was allowed to do. No one. Richie Sambora, the great and glorious lead guitar of Bon Jovi and Andrea’s dream man could have given her an order and she would have told him to go f**k himself.
Duke thought it was a hoot, Dolores was considering backing out of girl’s night out on Wednesday.
I flipped my phone shut and walked into the bedroom. Lee was in the same position he’d been in last night, in bed, on his back, chest bare, sheet nearly to the waist. The light was on but this time, he didn’t have a book and he was fast asleep.
I’d never really had the time to observe him while he was asleep and he looked different. He looked kind of like the old, pre-Special Ops Lee, the hardness and scariness gone, just… Lee.
I wanted to kiss him, as in really wanted to kiss him. He looked good, lying there sleeping. Seriously good. Melt in your mouth good.
Instead I cleaned my face, brushed my teeth and pulled on the Night Stalker tee. I double checked the door was locked and the sliding doors to the balcony were secured. I tiptoed to Lee’s side of the bed, switched off the light and then went to my side of the bed and slid in carefully, so as not to wake him.
I told myself over and over again that I was not going to kick or hit Lee in his sleep. This helped me force out thoughts of bullets flying and how totally out of control my life was.
* * * * *
I woke up to a hand in my panties, cupping my ass and another one under my shirt, stroking the side of my breast. I was sprawled half-on, half-off Lee, my face tucked into his neck.
“You awake?” he asked.
I nodded, sleepily assessing my semi-aroused state.
His hand moved immediately to cup my breast, his thumb sliding across the nipple. An electric pulse shot through me and the “semi” part of my semi-aroused was a distant memory.
My head tilted to look at him and say something like, “coffee”, “toothpaste” or “more” and his mouth came to mine.
He hauled me up so I was sprawled fully on him, his hand moved out of my underwear and both hands went up my sides, his mouth disengaged with mine, and then, whoosh, the Night Stalker tee was gone.
I was skin-on-skin with Lee. I felt a moment of elation mingled with extreme panic and before I could decide which one to give reign to, I was flipped over on my back and Lee was on me.
At first he was kissing my mouth, his hands everywhere, skimming, gentle and arousing. Then his mouth left mine, went to my neck, my throat, my br**sts, my belly, following his hands and then…
Yikes!
My h*ps jerked in shock as he kissed me there, his mouth moving over my panties.
“You okay?” he mumbled against me.
I mumbled back, “Yes,” but my mind said, Yes, yes, a thousand times, YES!
His fingertips went into the waistband of my underwear and I knew we were close, very, very close. Or, at least, I was close. Panic fled and elation and arousal took firm control and my hands moved, my fingers delving into his hair.
Then the door buzzer went, three quick shots, three longer ones, three quick ones.
Lee immediately stopped what he was doing and came up over me.
“Fuck!” he exploded, “God, I’m sorry. Really sorry.”
He got up and stalked na**d from the room.
I laid there, half-naked and fully in shock.
Foiled again.
What kind of luck was that? Was this divine intervention?
I rolled, felt my aching body cry out in belated protest, grabbed my discarded tee from floor and pulled it on. By the time I got it down, Lee was back in the room.
“One of my men has been shot,” he told me.
All aches and pains fled and I jumped out of bed.
“Oh my God.”
“Bobby and Matt are comin’ up, I’ve got to jump in the shower. Let them in, will you?” and he disappeared into the bathroom.
I ran to the kitchen, tore through the cupboards and set the coffee to running when there came a knock at the door.
I looked out the peephole and let Bobby and Matt in.
They looked grim.
“You guys okay?”
Nods, no words.
“Who is it? How is he?”
“He was wearin’ a vest, amour piercing bullets.” This was all Matt said. This was all Matt needed to say.
“Oh no.” I scrambled through the kitchen. Lee had a collection of travel coffee mugs, definitely a man-on-the-go, not one that hangs around and sips his coffee. I yanked three down and asked, “Have you had breakfast? Do you want breakfast? I can make some quick toast.”
“Not hungry,” Bobby forced through stiff lips.
We all stood there staring at each other. I couldn’t stand not doing anything so I pulled the coffeepot out, wedged a travel mug under the spout, and filled the other two mugs with coffee. I was screwing on the tops when Lee came in, hair wet and freshly shaved.
“Let’s roll,” he said and Matt and Bobby started moving.
I handed out coffee, yanking the last mug out from under the spout and tossing the pot back underneath, trailing behind Lee while I screwed on the top.
“This one isn’t full,” I told Lee at the door, feeling stupid and useless.
“That’s okay.” He grabbed it.
“Call me when you know something.”
He bent to kiss me quickly and then he was gone.
While Stevie and I were packing up Burgundy the night before, Lee had gone over to my house and grabbed my bag. He’d brought it up to the condo last night. This was good, I had new clothes to wear and as it was early, I could get to Fortnum’s and help open. The Monday coffee crush would take my mind off Lee’s current activities and the fears that were encroaching that whoever-this-guy-was got shot doing something to help me.