As we trooped back down the stairs, I asked, Why would Pop hire a lawyer known for working for the dregsdrug dealers?
Jack shrugged. Guess well have to ask him when he wakes up.
A few minutes later, we were on his bike, the cat crate sitting snug between us as we headed across town. Sweetie Pie yowled his discontent the entire way.
THE ELEVATOR to Jacks apartment was different from the one I remembered from nine years ago. Apparently, the loft had become a bit more upscale over the years. Gone was the freight elevator ambience, replaced with a sleek, metallic-looking interior filled with mirrors and recessed lighting.
Impressive, I said, shifting the cat crate to my other hand and glancing around.
Jack pressed the button for the fourth floor and then leaned one shoulder against the wall as the elevator started upward. The place went co-op about five years ago. It was either move out or buy in. So, I bought in. He grinned. Kind of strange to be a home owner.
Dont tell me youre getting domesticated.
He laughed. Hardly. The place is made up mostly of singles. But weve made a lot of improvements to the building over the past couple of years. You havent seen the place in a while so itll look pretty different.
Havent seen the place in a while? Who was he kidding. I hadnt stepped foot in his apartment since the day I got word that hed reported to work and ratted out Charlie.
That single thought sent a flash of guilt rumbling through me. What the hell was I doing here? Hadnt I sworn this would never happen?
It was hard accepting the fact that I was even standing in the elevator next to him. The rest of the family would probably tar and feather me and ride me out of town on a rail if they knew where I was at this very moment.
The elevator slid to a smooth stop and the door opened.
Jacks apartment was directly across the hall. He unlocked the heavy door, leaned in and flicked on a switch. Soft light flooded the interior. He stepped aside and motioned for me to go first.
My heart kicked up a few beats as I brushed past him. I was careful to keep my arms close to my sides. I didnt think I could handle any contact between us after our forced intimacy on the back of his bike.
The feeling had been uncomfortable and incredibly awkward, like having to be the maid of honor to your usher of an ex-boyfriend during your best friends wedding. You cant back out and you cant let everyone know how stupid you feel.
I forced a bit of a swagger into my step. It was all an act, but what else was I supposed to doexcept wonder what the hell I was doing casually walking into OBriens apartment. Apparently, Id lost connection with my last fully functioning brain cell.
Of course, Jack seemed oblivious. He moved about the cavernous room, turning on lights and talking as he went. Make yourself at home. Ill let you take the bed.
He nodded toward one end of the room that had a large Japanese-style screen set up to partition off the bedroom area. Ive been sleeping on the couch lately, anyway.
A glimmer of self-amusement touched one corner of those exquisite lips and my heart tumbled just a little. I pushed the feeling deeper and concentrated on what he was saying.
Im on call. I could get beeped at any time. Its just easier this way. He ran a restless hand through his thick black hair. I havent been sleeping too well lately and will just end up keeping you awake. Ive got a touch of insomnia. He gazed at me, his eyes telling me he knew Id understand.
I nodded noncommitedly, not wanting to let on that I knew exactly what he meant. But there was no denying that I knew. Hard, fast memories flooded my brain with the force of a dam breaking. Memories of sleeping next to Jack, my butt pressed tight against his hard belly, his strong arm wrapped securely around my chest, resting directly below my breasts.
Hed always been a light sleeper, a person who prowled the apartment at all hours of the night. When wed slept together, I used to hear him get up and leave the bed, and sometimes Id go in search of him, finding him slouched in a chair or standing in front of one of the huge windows overlooking the dark street below. The soft light filtering in from the street lamps would caress the hard, muscular lines of his body, and the beauty of him would always take my breath away, leaving me with a painful ache of need deep inside me.
Just the thought of those times made the ache creep into my belly, catching me off guard. I blinked, trying to regain my equilibrium, but the memories continued to wash over me.
Jack would always chalk his restlessness up to work, thoughts about a case pressing in on him. I used to lean up against him and gently massage his shoulders, molding my body to his and soaking in his warmth and strength.
It never seemed to do much in the way of getting him to relax, but it always seemed to have a nice effect on our love life. At times, his insomnia had meant marathon sessions of wild and wickedly delicious tumbles in the twisted sheets.
Startled, I shook myself. Memories like that were going to have to be off-limits if I planned on staying even one night under the same roof as Jack. They were too dangerous. I needed to stay focused on the here and nowno more trips down memory lane.
Im not taking the bed, Jack. I moved over to the couch and swung my duffel bag and Sweetie Pies crate up onto the cushion. Ill be fine on the couch.
Same old Killian, huh? Incapable of ever doing what someone asks of her?
I stiffened. Bullheadedness had always been my badge of honor. But it was the one thing that kept me whole and sane in a crazy world that changed at a moments notice. Leftover stuff from my early life.
Apparently not, I said, leaning down to open my backpack and rummage through the contents. I wasnt sure what I was looking for, I just knew I couldnt look at him right then.
Theres no privacy out here in the living room. At least the bedroom is partitioned off.
He paused for a moment and then added quietly, Im asking for my benefit, Killian, not yours. It would just be better if you had some privacy.
The soft tones, rich and husky, filtered across the space between us and lifted the hair on the nape of my neck as if Id been touched on the tenderest part of my skin by the calloused tips of his long fingers.
I lifted my head and met his gaze across the length of the room. Those dark blue eyes burned with an intensity capable of opening a hole right through the middle of my chest and stabbing the center of my heart.
I struggled to breathe as he waited.
Finally, I shrugged and swallowed hard against the sudden dryness in the back of my throat. Fine. You win. Ill take the bed.
He smiled that slow, easy smile of his and the intensity of his gaze softened a bit, as if he knew even before I spoke that hed won. I tightened my fists and pulled my duffel bag closed with a fierce tug.
Damn it, hed done it to me again, manipulated the hell out of me and he hadnt even broken a sweat.
I, on the other hand, had a fat bead of sweat rolling merrily down the valley between my breasts, making its way toward my belly button.
I ignored it. No way was I touching any part of my anatomy with Jack OBriens smoldering eyes sparking like heat lightning across the length of the loft.
I knew without him saying anything that he was more than a little aware of my current predicament. Damn his psychic hide. I had thought the little thread of connection between us had died a long time ago. Apparently I was wrong.
I knew without him saying anything that he was more than a little aware of my current predicament. Damn his psychic hide. I had thought the little thread of connection between us had died a long time ago. Apparently I was wrong.
I reached down and opened Sweetie Pies crate. He slinked out gingerly. Im sure he wasnt used to the degree of cleanliness that permeated Jacks apartment. Charlie appeared to be a bit less of a fastidious housekeeper in his older years.
Hes going to need a litter box.
Ill take care of it, he said.
I yanked my bag off the couch and slung it over my shoulder, wincing slightly.
Shoulder still hurting?
Im fine.
Doesnt appear that youre fine. You took a pretty bad fall. Better let me take a look at it. If you need to have it X-rayed, were going to have to head back over to the hospital.
What, youre a doctor now?
No, but in case youve forgotten, Im a paramedic.
Im fine. A hot shower will take care of it. You dont mind if I use your shower, right?
Help yourself. Towels are in the cabinet behind the door. Shampoo and soap are on the shelf in the stall. Ill check the shoulder after you shower.
The slight smugness touching one corner of those perfect lips made me clench my back teeth. He turned away, his attention on the expensive-looking stereo equipment lining one side of the wall.
As I entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut with a quick kick of one foot, the smooth, soothing tones of Norah Jones slipped from the speakers and filled the loft.
I groaned aloud and leaned my head against the door of the bathroom, closing my eyes in frustration. Oh, God, was he doing this on purpose? Was he looking to ignite me into a single roaring flame of sexual desire?
I bent over the tub and turned on the cold tap. Forget the hot shower. I was going to need to freeze out the scorching heat coursing through my bloodstream if I intended to go back into the same room as Jack OBrien and converse like a rational, coherent human being.