Getting Rowdy
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She found her phone and lifted it out.
“Avery.” Crouching down in front of her, Rowdy took her small hands in his. She was so petite, so fine-boned and feminine.
“What?” Something showed in her eyes, maybe anxiety. Possibly even fear.
Protective instincts jumped to the forefront of his brain. “You don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
Slumping back, she gave him a narrow-eyed glare. “If you have to know, I’m not sure I trust myself.”
Now, that was interesting. “You mean with me?”
Grudgingly, she muttered, “You are a temptation.”
Still? Even after she’d busted him getting head from a one-night stand? That surprised Rowdy, and sent a rush of lust through his bloodstream. “Then...”
She got huffy. “Get real, Rowdy. All the women want you.”
Her perceptions of him were a bit skewed, but why disillusion her? “Not all.”
Chin up, she stated, “I won’t be just another body in a long line of one-night stands.”
Like one night would even come close to taking the edge off. And yeah, that was unusual. One night was normally more than enough...with other women.
Apparently not with Avery.
As independent as she might be, his little bartender had a very old-fashioned way of looking at things. “Why not look at it as mutual fun?” He gave her his most wolfish smile. “We both know eventually you’ll be in my bed.”
“Really?” Never one to disappoint, Avery said, “Why don’t you hold your breath waiting for that to happen?”
He laughed, kissed her knuckles and said, “Just for that, I’m going to make you ask real pretty.”
“That,” she said, “isn’t going to happen. The other... Well, I have enough common sense to know I don’t want to go there.” Her gaze dipped to his mouth, and she sighed. “Not yet.”
Not yet? Meaning... “Maybe soon?”
She shrugged.
Well, that had his dick perking up. In some instances, a shrug was as good as a resounding affirmation. His shoulders knotted with restraint, but he managed to say, “Okay, then,” without too much satisfaction.
He’d sort through things, figure out her reasons for waiting and find a way around them. But until then, he didn’t want to scare her off. “Let’s agree that there’s no reason for you to splurge on a cab. I made you miss the bus, so I’ll see you home.”
She studied the moon shadows lurking between buildings, frowned at a few dark cars parked near the curb. A stranger walked up the street, head down, hands in his pockets.
On a deep breath, Avery checked her watch—and bit her lip.
Taking that as another sign of agreement, Rowdy rose to his feet again. “It’s late. No way will I leave you out here alone, so run up to my apartment with me, okay? I’ll grab my car keys.” He took one step off the curb, ready to cross the street—and realized that Avery hadn’t moved. He turned back to her. “Coming?”
Clutching her purse, she stared at him with confusion. “I don’t understand.”
With anticipation surging, he turned to face her. “About?”
“So many things...” She looked up and down the street again, at a few people loitering on the corner, back at the bar. After palpable hesitation, she rose from the bench and approached him.
“Like?” He watched her eyes and saw her sort through a dozen issues before settling on one.
“Where exactly is your apartment?”
“Right here.” Rowdy indicated the big brick building on the opposite side of the street from the bar. “I just moved in a week ago.”
CHAPTER THREE
IT HAD BEEN a very long day, but Avery wasn’t tired. Not anymore. While watching the bus leave her behind, she’d experienced an odd disquiet.
Not because of Rowdy. Even when he tried to be intimidating, his presence provided only reassurance. He wouldn’t hurt her, and he wouldn’t let anyone else hurt her.
But someone had been nearby, watching her, waiting. She shivered in dread. She wanted to blame it on bad memories, on dread from that earlier phone call, but she knew better. She’d learned to trust her instincts.
And her instincts told her the night wasn’t safe.
Now, trailing behind Rowdy, her hand held in his, she worried that she might be leading trouble to his door. He could handle it, of that she had no doubt.
But her problems were her own, and she didn’t want them dumped on him.
Looking back again, she still saw nothing.
“Worried someone will see you with me?” He shifted his hand to the small of her back and urged her inside.
She was, but not for the reasons he thought. “I heard something,” she lied. She’d heard only her own turbulent thoughts.
Taking her seriously, he glanced back, his gaze searching everywhere. A few doors down, a couple got into a car and pulled away. Across the street, three men laughed drunkenly as they made their way down the sidewalk. In the distance, a siren whined and a dog barked.
Seeming distracted, he murmured, “The night echoes everything and makes it sound closer than it is.” After another scrutiny of the area, he turned back to her. “You don’t need to be nervous with me.”
“If you say so.”
The building they entered used to be a warehouse, but had since been divided into four rental units. It had a certain industrial appeal, with concrete interior walls, metal stairs and open ceilings. Overall, it suited Rowdy, being strong and sturdy like him, but also polished in a nice way.
“Avery.” Crouching down in front of her, Rowdy took her small hands in his. She was so petite, so fine-boned and feminine.
“What?” Something showed in her eyes, maybe anxiety. Possibly even fear.
Protective instincts jumped to the forefront of his brain. “You don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
Slumping back, she gave him a narrow-eyed glare. “If you have to know, I’m not sure I trust myself.”
Now, that was interesting. “You mean with me?”
Grudgingly, she muttered, “You are a temptation.”
Still? Even after she’d busted him getting head from a one-night stand? That surprised Rowdy, and sent a rush of lust through his bloodstream. “Then...”
She got huffy. “Get real, Rowdy. All the women want you.”
Her perceptions of him were a bit skewed, but why disillusion her? “Not all.”
Chin up, she stated, “I won’t be just another body in a long line of one-night stands.”
Like one night would even come close to taking the edge off. And yeah, that was unusual. One night was normally more than enough...with other women.
Apparently not with Avery.
As independent as she might be, his little bartender had a very old-fashioned way of looking at things. “Why not look at it as mutual fun?” He gave her his most wolfish smile. “We both know eventually you’ll be in my bed.”
“Really?” Never one to disappoint, Avery said, “Why don’t you hold your breath waiting for that to happen?”
He laughed, kissed her knuckles and said, “Just for that, I’m going to make you ask real pretty.”
“That,” she said, “isn’t going to happen. The other... Well, I have enough common sense to know I don’t want to go there.” Her gaze dipped to his mouth, and she sighed. “Not yet.”
Not yet? Meaning... “Maybe soon?”
She shrugged.
Well, that had his dick perking up. In some instances, a shrug was as good as a resounding affirmation. His shoulders knotted with restraint, but he managed to say, “Okay, then,” without too much satisfaction.
He’d sort through things, figure out her reasons for waiting and find a way around them. But until then, he didn’t want to scare her off. “Let’s agree that there’s no reason for you to splurge on a cab. I made you miss the bus, so I’ll see you home.”
She studied the moon shadows lurking between buildings, frowned at a few dark cars parked near the curb. A stranger walked up the street, head down, hands in his pockets.
On a deep breath, Avery checked her watch—and bit her lip.
Taking that as another sign of agreement, Rowdy rose to his feet again. “It’s late. No way will I leave you out here alone, so run up to my apartment with me, okay? I’ll grab my car keys.” He took one step off the curb, ready to cross the street—and realized that Avery hadn’t moved. He turned back to her. “Coming?”
Clutching her purse, she stared at him with confusion. “I don’t understand.”
With anticipation surging, he turned to face her. “About?”
“So many things...” She looked up and down the street again, at a few people loitering on the corner, back at the bar. After palpable hesitation, she rose from the bench and approached him.
“Like?” He watched her eyes and saw her sort through a dozen issues before settling on one.
“Where exactly is your apartment?”
“Right here.” Rowdy indicated the big brick building on the opposite side of the street from the bar. “I just moved in a week ago.”
CHAPTER THREE
IT HAD BEEN a very long day, but Avery wasn’t tired. Not anymore. While watching the bus leave her behind, she’d experienced an odd disquiet.
Not because of Rowdy. Even when he tried to be intimidating, his presence provided only reassurance. He wouldn’t hurt her, and he wouldn’t let anyone else hurt her.
But someone had been nearby, watching her, waiting. She shivered in dread. She wanted to blame it on bad memories, on dread from that earlier phone call, but she knew better. She’d learned to trust her instincts.
And her instincts told her the night wasn’t safe.
Now, trailing behind Rowdy, her hand held in his, she worried that she might be leading trouble to his door. He could handle it, of that she had no doubt.
But her problems were her own, and she didn’t want them dumped on him.
Looking back again, she still saw nothing.
“Worried someone will see you with me?” He shifted his hand to the small of her back and urged her inside.
She was, but not for the reasons he thought. “I heard something,” she lied. She’d heard only her own turbulent thoughts.
Taking her seriously, he glanced back, his gaze searching everywhere. A few doors down, a couple got into a car and pulled away. Across the street, three men laughed drunkenly as they made their way down the sidewalk. In the distance, a siren whined and a dog barked.
Seeming distracted, he murmured, “The night echoes everything and makes it sound closer than it is.” After another scrutiny of the area, he turned back to her. “You don’t need to be nervous with me.”
“If you say so.”
The building they entered used to be a warehouse, but had since been divided into four rental units. It had a certain industrial appeal, with concrete interior walls, metal stairs and open ceilings. Overall, it suited Rowdy, being strong and sturdy like him, but also polished in a nice way.
