Standing in the Shadows (McClouds & Friends #2)(88)

He made a mental note to call Seth and do something about her security. Or rather, her complete lack thereof. She might as well pitch a tent in a parking lot.

Erin fell into step beside him on the sidewalk, and he shortened his stride to match hers. There were haunted shadows under her eyes. He wanted to do something flashy and impressive to chase away those shadows. Slay a dragon, fight a duel, whatever it took.

He took hold of her hand. She glanced up, and her slender, chilly fingers curled trustingly around his. Her shy smile flashed out, like a flash of rainbow-split light from a crystal hung in a sunny window. Wham, all the colors that existed, in one bright, blinding rush.

And she was his lover now. His groin tightened at the thought.

"What is Sean doing at Jacey's?" she asked him. "That place is a health hazard."

"Stoking up on evil coffee and jelly doughnuts," Connor replied. "Sean has theories on how different types of coffee are appropriate for different activities. Hunting pimp *s calls for gritty, hard-core Jacey's Diner coffee, something that's been sitting on the burner all night long. Starbucks is for nibbling a hazelnut scone, sipping a mocha latte, flirting with cute girls. It's the wrong vibe for serious business. Sean's kind of hyper, so coffee is his natural drug of choice."

He was rewarded for his nonsense by another smile, and it fired him up, made him famished for more of them.

"Speaking of drugs of choice." She shot him a curious glance. "You haven't touched your cigarettes in a long time."

He shrugged. "I must've been distracted by all the other mind-altering substances that my glands have been pumping into my bloodstream lately. You do a number on my endocrine system, baby."

She laughed. "How romantic. Have you smoked for a long time?"

His mouth opened up, and the words fell out. "Want me to quit?" He was making a lovesick ass of himself, but that was just too bad. He was hardwired for the grand romantic gesture.

Her eyes went wide with alarm. "Good Lord," she murmured. "Are you sure you want to?"

He fished the tobacco and the papers out of his coat pocket and held them over a Dumpster on the corner. "Say the word," he said. "I know I should quit. Everybody who smokes knows they should quit. I just never particularly cared before. Give me a good reason."

It was worth it ten times over, just for that fleeting moment that her face lost the haunted look and cute little dents appeared at the corners of her mouth. "OK," she said. "Quit, Connor."

He let go. The bag thudded into the Dumpster. "Quitting will be a piece of cake with you around," he told her. "I might have some nicotine fits, but I know exactly what to do about my oral fixation."

She giggled, and her fingers tightened around his.

"I have to call Seth today, after we take care of our other business," he said. "I want him to come check out your locks."

"Connor, you know that I can't afford to—"

"Even under normal circumstances, that place would be unsafe for you, Erin. And I'm going to have a talk with your landlord about the front door lock. Does he live in the building?"

"Are you kidding?" She looked worried. "Please, don't. I spent the whole month of January with no hot water because I had the bad judgment to complain about the bugs."

He scowled. "You should move out of that dump."

"To where? I can't afford anything better right now, and besides—"

"Move in with me," he said.

Her eyes went huge and scared. His heart sank like a stone.

He'd f*cked up, evidently, but now he had to follow through to the grim finish. "It's a nice place," he said, trying to sound casual. "It's paid for. Two spare bedrooms. One can be your office. For your business."

Her mouth made an "oh" shape, but no sound came out.

He plodded grimly on. "I remodeled the kitchen a few years back. There's a yard for your cat. It's a quiet block. And I'm a pretty good cook. Ask Sean about my chili."

Yeah. Plenty of room in my king-sized bed every night. Underneath me, on top of me, all over me. That long hair spread out over my pillows.

They had arrived at the car. Connor unlocked her door. She got in and gazed up, her mouth forming and discarding words. "Uh… Connor? We've only been lovers for two days."

"I know what I like," he said.

She caught her soft lower lip between her teeth. "Maybe you should slow down," she said earnestly. "Before you make any more big pronouncements and sweeping gestures. It's incredibly sweet of you to offer, but it's just… it's… maybe you should think about it."

He gestured at the shapely ankle that still dangled outside the door. She pulled it inside. "I've been thinking about it for ten years," he said. He slammed her door shut by way of punctuation.

He was ashamed of himself by the time he got into the car. She stared into her lap as he started up the engine, her face hidden by the dark, thick fall of hair. "I'm sorry," he said. "I won't pressure you."

"OK. Thanks."

Hell. What technique. He might just as well have proposed marriage on the spot. He'd already invited her to have his baby. What was the perfect way to distract a woman from her personal problems?