forced her legs to work and rose to her feet. “Ready to go home?” “Home. Sounds good.” He smiled down at her once he was on his feet. “My home,” she corrected before she spun and left the graveyard, relieved to have an end to the sensation of biting insects. Gabe’s laughter followed her as she pulled on her helmet and buckled the strap. Then she was forced to wait while he gathered his blades from the ground.
Chapter Fifteen Cassidy woke starving. She stretched and slowly rose from the bed, yawning as she made her way to the bathroom. Once she was finished in there she considered grabbing a bowl of dry cereal then remembered Gabe’s offer to cook. Striding to the spare room, she flung open the door. He was stretched crossways on the double bed, lying on his back. The sheets were pushed off the end and he wore a pair of black boxer shorts. One arm was above his head, the other flung across the bed. She stared at him for a few moments, her lips curving into a smile as she thought of what he’d say if he knew she stood there admiring him. He’d never let her forget it. “Gabe.” He continued to sleep. She raised her voice. “Gabe.” Frowning she came into the room and leaned over him, about to touch him on the shoulder to shake him awake. He came up off the bed, reaching for a knife on the floor beside him and looming over her. Cassidy felt a rush of energy. She twisted the knife from his hand, throwing him to the side. Rising above him, she held the knife at his throat, sitting astride him as her other hand pressed against his shoulder to pin him to the bed. Gabe blinked then smiled. “Guess I should have warned you. Think you can move that knife from my throat. I shaved before I went to bed this morning. It was risky enough with a razor and a painted mirror let alone a sharp knife.” Cassidy threw the knife to the floor, but kept him pinned to the bed. “I called you.” She refused to acknowledge the mirror comment. It was none of his business why she’d painted them. “I thought you’d sleep longer. You looked dead on your feet this morning when we got home.” “This is my house, damn it.” “Next time throw something at me.” “A shuriken?” Gabe laughed and his hands went to her waist. “Maybe I better not teach you how to use any more weapons. I think you’re dangerous enough as it is.” Cassidy released him, pulling away from his hands. “Then you better remember that.” She could still feel the warmth of where his hands had been. Gabe grabbed her wrist before she could move too far away. When she sent a glare his way he spoke. “I’ll sleep through anything except something coming into my personal space. My family usually throw a pillow.” Cassidy tugged her arm from his light grip. “I’m not your family.” Gabe sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his gaze roving over her. “Nope. You certainly aren’t.” He grinned as he rose to his feet. Cassidy took a step backwards. “You said you’d cook if you stayed.” She looked away when he stretched then rubbed his chest. “You know where the kitchen is.” She fled. No, she corrected herself, retreated. She stared at the painted mirror in her bedroom. She ran a fingernail through some of the paint and caught a glimpse of hazel. She blinked. It wasn’t time to remove the paint. She turned away from that small glimpse of her eye and leaned back against the mirror. Closing her eyes, she sighed. What the hell was she meant to do? About anything. “What do you want for breakfast?” Cassidy opened her eyes to see Gabe standing in the doorway. He was bare-chested, but now wore black jeans. She forced her eyes to move past his chest to meet his green stare. “I don’t care. Anything but dry cereal.” “Why dry cereal?” “Because I always forget to buy milk.” Her mum had forgotten to buy milk. It had been the beginning of the end. And then milk just hadn’t seemed important to