house. So it’s a housewarming slash Halloween hoedown. Are you
going to get in?” He waited patiently. A gentleman with a mane of lion-colored
hair, supernatural green eyes, pink kissable lips, a motorcycle, a classic
Mustang and a tight ass. Not that I had noticed.
“Is this yours?”
“God, I hope so or I might be going to jail.” Then he
shocked me by putting his hand on the crown of my head and guiding me gently
into the coupe. He shut the door and made his way around to the driver’s side.
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re a cop,” I said.
He turned those eyes on me and then white teeth flashed in
the purpling light of dusk. Something in my body warmed and okay, my panties
got a little wet. He was handsome in my doorway. Stunning in the close confines
of the Mustang.
“Was a cop. Now I own a bar.”
“Huge leap from cop to bar owner,” I said, tongue-in-cheek.
I knew a lot of cops thanks to an uncle who was high up on the police
department food chain. Most of the cops I knew called their favorite bar home,
or a close second.
Sean laughed and fired the engine. I’ll admit it, the sound
of that puppy starting up triggered a rolling thrill low in my belly. I
imagined what it would be like to be all tangled up with Sean Tierney in the
backseat. I caught him watching me.
“It’s rude to think dirty things about your blind date so
early in the evening,” he said and chuckled. The easy roll of his laughter made
me shiver. I tried to cover with a cough.
“Stuck up much? I was totally thinking about this cherry
ride of yours,” I lied. Good thing I was a good liar.
He narrowed those feline eyes at me and said, “I don’t buy
it. But I’m a gentleman. I’ll let it roll.”
Whew. That had been close.
He guided the majestic steel steed from the parking lot and
took a left on Torrington Way. “So you own a bar. What happened? Big scandal?
Huge blowup? Drug bust gone awry? Thievery? Did you shoot a man just to watch
him die?” I rambled. I was nervous. When had that happened? I had started the
night mildly annoyed with Clarice and now I was as nervous as all get out.
My panties rubbed my now tender clit and I shifted on the
smooth seat. I was nervous and turned on and locked in a sexy car with a pretty
boy. Balls!
“Wow…you don’t have a very high opinion of the boys in blue,
do you?” he said.
I had the good manners to blush. “Oh, well, I’m sorry. I’m
sure you’re…I was just…well, Sean, I was being an asshole, is what I was
being,” I blurted, my cheeks burning.
He put his hand on my leg and patted. “It’s okay. I was
joking.” Those fingers were so, so, so very close to my good parts I couldn’t
think for a moment.
I cleared my throat, wiggled in my seat, realized that was a
huge mistake because it only made my sudden and yes, somewhat inconvenient,
arousal that much worse. “So!” I practically screamed and we both jumped. “Why
did you go from being a copper to a bar owner?”
Maybe I needed to date more often. I was not dealing well
with my attraction to Mr. Tierney.
“It was a dream my dad and I shared. We talked about it and
talked about it and plotted it. One day he’d retire and one day I’d retire and
we’d open the bar and we’d put all the beer coasters we’d collected over years
and years and years under protective plastic to make the bar and then…”
“Your dad died,” I said.
“Yep. So I took a deal they were offering officers who
wanted to retire way early and there you go.”
“There you go,” I said, liking him even more. Crap. Why did
he have to be pretty and nice and have a fine car and a good heart? Damn him!
He parked in a cul-de-sac and led me to a front door. Red
door, number 213, and music literally shaking the windows. “So here we are,” he
said.
“Yes. Let’s get down with our bad selves,” I murmured,
feeling even more spastic at that moment. What makes me more nervous than
liking a sexy guy? Walking
going to get in?” He waited patiently. A gentleman with a mane of lion-colored
hair, supernatural green eyes, pink kissable lips, a motorcycle, a classic
Mustang and a tight ass. Not that I had noticed.
“Is this yours?”
“God, I hope so or I might be going to jail.” Then he
shocked me by putting his hand on the crown of my head and guiding me gently
into the coupe. He shut the door and made his way around to the driver’s side.
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re a cop,” I said.
He turned those eyes on me and then white teeth flashed in
the purpling light of dusk. Something in my body warmed and okay, my panties
got a little wet. He was handsome in my doorway. Stunning in the close confines
of the Mustang.
“Was a cop. Now I own a bar.”
“Huge leap from cop to bar owner,” I said, tongue-in-cheek.
I knew a lot of cops thanks to an uncle who was high up on the police
department food chain. Most of the cops I knew called their favorite bar home,
or a close second.
Sean laughed and fired the engine. I’ll admit it, the sound
of that puppy starting up triggered a rolling thrill low in my belly. I
imagined what it would be like to be all tangled up with Sean Tierney in the
backseat. I caught him watching me.
“It’s rude to think dirty things about your blind date so
early in the evening,” he said and chuckled. The easy roll of his laughter made
me shiver. I tried to cover with a cough.
“Stuck up much? I was totally thinking about this cherry
ride of yours,” I lied. Good thing I was a good liar.
He narrowed those feline eyes at me and said, “I don’t buy
it. But I’m a gentleman. I’ll let it roll.”
Whew. That had been close.
He guided the majestic steel steed from the parking lot and
took a left on Torrington Way. “So you own a bar. What happened? Big scandal?
Huge blowup? Drug bust gone awry? Thievery? Did you shoot a man just to watch
him die?” I rambled. I was nervous. When had that happened? I had started the
night mildly annoyed with Clarice and now I was as nervous as all get out.
My panties rubbed my now tender clit and I shifted on the
smooth seat. I was nervous and turned on and locked in a sexy car with a pretty
boy. Balls!
“Wow…you don’t have a very high opinion of the boys in blue,
do you?” he said.
I had the good manners to blush. “Oh, well, I’m sorry. I’m
sure you’re…I was just…well, Sean, I was being an asshole, is what I was
being,” I blurted, my cheeks burning.
He put his hand on my leg and patted. “It’s okay. I was
joking.” Those fingers were so, so, so very close to my good parts I couldn’t
think for a moment.
I cleared my throat, wiggled in my seat, realized that was a
huge mistake because it only made my sudden and yes, somewhat inconvenient,
arousal that much worse. “So!” I practically screamed and we both jumped. “Why
did you go from being a copper to a bar owner?”
Maybe I needed to date more often. I was not dealing well
with my attraction to Mr. Tierney.
“It was a dream my dad and I shared. We talked about it and
talked about it and plotted it. One day he’d retire and one day I’d retire and
we’d open the bar and we’d put all the beer coasters we’d collected over years
and years and years under protective plastic to make the bar and then…”
“Your dad died,” I said.
“Yep. So I took a deal they were offering officers who
wanted to retire way early and there you go.”
“There you go,” I said, liking him even more. Crap. Why did
he have to be pretty and nice and have a fine car and a good heart? Damn him!
He parked in a cul-de-sac and led me to a front door. Red
door, number 213, and music literally shaking the windows. “So here we are,” he
said.
“Yes. Let’s get down with our bad selves,” I murmured,
feeling even more spastic at that moment. What makes me more nervous than
liking a sexy guy? Walking
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