Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(38)
“Put that thing away. What the f*ck is wrong with you?” Norris went to the door and looked in the peep hole. A man was there in a hotel outfit with a large rolling cart in front of him. “Did you order anything?”
“No.” Both men pulled out their guns. They stood up with their weapons behind them as Norris opened the door.
The man slid the cart in and smiled at them both. “Here you are, gentlemen. Also, the package that was delivered for you is on the left.” He began taking the covers off the food and setting it up on the table near the window. “The gentleman who made the arrangements for this said to tell you it’s a lovely day for a ball game. Though I don’t believe the season has begun yet. But he said it was important for me to tell you.”
Both he and Clarke relaxed. Their contact had sent the dinner and the package. As soon as everything was set up Clarke sat down at one of the plates and the waiter moved toward the door. Norris pulled out his wallet to tip the man and he told him he’d been taken care of. He left before Norris sat.
They both ate in silence. The dinner was what both would have ordered. Steak for Clarke and a nice piece of salmon for him. The salad was perfect, as was the wine for him and a cold draft for Clarke. They both finished their meal before opening the package.
It was everything they had on her and then some. Her address, the type of vehicle she drove, and the kind of gun she preferred. It seemed to Norris that she liked them all, including any kind of knife. He handed the one picture they had been given of her to Clarke. She was still as beautiful as ever.
“Damn, you didn’t tell me that she was a redhead. All you said was she was a pretty little thing.” Clarke handed it back. “How tall is she anyway?”
He thought she was around six foot, but wasn’t sure. He told Clarke that she was still off limits until they had a plan. The girl was lethal and there wasn’t any joking about that. Clarke snorted, something that Norris had always hated about him.
“She can’t be all that hard to take. I mean, she is only a woman.”
Norris rolled his eyes, but before he could comment, Clarke continued.
“Why don’t you let me go and bring her back and you can have some fun with her before I get her? You’d better rest up too, ‘cause I got a feeling she’s a wildcat in bed.”
Norris thought about letting him go and do just that, but told him to stay put. According to the information they’d been sent she was staying at a doctor’s house and there was little to no security around the place. He told Clarke that they’d go and get her tomorrow night after getting some sleep. He’d come in from across the world and he thought that Clarke had been down under. They both went to their separate bedrooms in the suite and Norris took a long, hot shower.
Tomorrow, he’d have the bitch. And when he did he’d make her pay for every moment he had doubted himself after the restaurant debacle. It had taken nearly five years to get another well-paying job and two more before he felt like he was the man he’d been. And all because some cunt had decided to stand up and have him arrested when he’d been there first.
Norris went to the door to listen for Clarke. When he didn’t hear anything, he went to the bedroom door and looked in. The man was already in bed and the room was silent. Norris went back to his room, closed the door, and crawled into bed as well. He closed his eyes, smiling about the fun they were going to have with the bitch in less than twenty-four hours.
Chapter Thirteen
Lynne went from sleeping to across the room in seconds. She had no idea what had startled her awake, but she wasn’t going to take a chance by laying there waiting for it to take her. The low voice from across the room where she’d been made her tense up tighter.
“What are you doing up in the middle of the night? Come back to bed and let me sleep for another couple of hours before you jump around like that.” She didn’t move. “Caitlynne?”
“Why do you call me that?” She had no idea where that question came from, but now that she thought about it, she wanted answers. “No one else in the world calls me that and you insist on doing it. Why can’t you just call me Lynne or McCray?”
She heard him move around on the bed and wondered why it sounded so loud. “Because it’s your name and I happen to love it. And I refuse to call you McCray. That sounds like we’re in a locker room full of football players. Come back to bed.”
She didn’t move. There was something wrong and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. When he moved again she thought it sounded like he was right next to her and she flinched at the sound. Before she could comment, he spoke.
“You’re feeling some major effects right now and if you come back to bed, I’ll explain what I can. Are you sore?”
She tried to think why she’d be sore when she remembered the bite he’d given her. She put her hand over her neck and shook her head, forgetting he couldn’t see her. “No. I don’t hurt. I feel weird, but I’m not hurt.” She did feel off. Not really a bad kind of off, but not her usual self either. “What happened after we had sex?” She knew he had stood up, and when he walked toward her she could see him in the dark room. When he was standing close to her she thought she could hear his heart beating too. Lynne looked up into his eyes and realized she could see them as if it were bright in the room. “Walker, what’s going on?” He picked her up, something he had been doing a lot, and sat with her in a chair. She was suddenly afraid and she never got afraid.