Part 2 (1/2)
Still, he knew she cared about him in her own way. And she was right. He had a headache from concentrating on the fine line work in a full sleeve he'd spent hours on that day. His back ached, his eyes were dry. The constant buzz of the needle machines, the scent of the ink, of skin and disinfectant-of his shop-was usually a comfort, but it was getting on his nerves today.
”I'll get takeout. I'd guess Adrian is still camped in my house anyway.”
Raven laughed. ”He's still refusing to go home?”
”Eating me out of house and home. I'd forgotten how much that lean body could tuck away morning, noon and night. Thank G.o.d he can afford his own groceries now. The man has his own freaking palace with a view and he insists on sleeping in one of my spare rooms. I'm fine. I keep telling you all that.”
”If you got in the habit of calling it a guest room instead of Adrian's Adrian's room, I might believe you were annoyed by his presence. They want to do for you the way you've done for them, time and again. Now stop your p.u.s.s.y-a.s.sed whining and go home.” room, I might believe you were annoyed by his presence. They want to do for you the way you've done for them, time and again. Now stop your p.u.s.s.y-a.s.sed whining and go home.”
Tenderness burst through him and pride as well. His siblings had grown into such exceptional and gifted people. He'd had a part in that and it made him smile, even as they were overprotective and annoying.
”Yeah, yeah. I'm going now. Thanks for holding down the fort while I've been out.”
”What out? Puhleeze, Brody. You've been here every day but the one where you were hit. Sheesh.” She swatted his a.s.s and he laughed as he left.
He pulled into the driveway, and on his way to the front door, he spotted her. The woman he'd begun to believe he'd dreamed up. She struggled to her front door with an armful of bags, and he found himself sprinting over there, heedless of his aches.
”Hey, let me help you.”
Her head snapped up and she paled, stepping back. His smile slipped from his face as he was offended for a moment. Was she shrinking back from him because of the tattoos?
Her smile came then, shy but genuine, and his confusion was replaced by other, more immediate and pleasant feelings. ”Oh, you startled me. Brody, right? How are you feeling?” A child came streaking around the corner, hugging a soccer ball to her chest.
”Yep, Brody. Can I help you with those?” He gestured at the bags. He tried not to loom or be scary. He wasn't looming-well, he was, but it was only due to the fact that she was so small.
After a slight hesitation, she nodded and handed him two while she opened her front door and led him inside.
”Momma, who's that ginormous guy in our kitchen?”
”Sweet Christ,” the pretty blonde, obviously the mother to the little girl, muttered, and Brody tried not to laugh.
”Irene, this is our neighbor. You remember? Mr. Brown is the man who got hit by the car on Sat.u.r.day. Also, try to remember your manners.” She turned to Brody. ”This is Irene, my daughter.”
Big, deep blue eyes blinked up at him, and her smile showed a gap where she'd lost a tooth on the top. All in all, a pretty cute kid as far as kids went. ”Oh, yeah. You didn't look so huge when you were on the ground. I brought over the first-aid kit and the phone for Momma to call the police.”
He put the bags on the table and grinned down at the miniature version of the larger woman. ”Hey there. I'm Brody. Thanks for helping me this weekend.”
”Anytime. Momma says we're part of a community, and community means you help each other.”
He nodded. This kid reminded him a lot of Erin. Firecracker. He wondered what the mother was like. He looked back to her, she of the very soft voice and the scared rabbit nerves. Thank G.o.d those had seemed to calm a bit; her eyes had stopped darting all around, but her small frame still held tension.
As he'd thought of Erin, he also realized he recognized the look on his savior's face. The fear there wasn't of him personally. Someone did something to her or she saw something to make her react that way. Anger, unbidden, washed over him a moment at the idea of anyone harming a woman-this woman.
He held his hand out and she took it. Soft skin to go with the voice. Small, fragile even. An urge to protect her washed over him. He tried to bury it. ”I wanted to thank you too. Did you tell me your name was Angel?”
She laughed, blus.h.i.+ng. ”No.” He let go, but his skin felt her touch for long moments more. ”You called me angel when you looked up at me. The hair maybe? The sun behind me? You were pretty out of it. I'm Elise.”
He grinned. He liked the blush, and the lack of a wedding ring on her left hand as well. ”You do have that sort of face. Angelic. Beautiful. My sister wants to thank you too. She's pretty protective and she'd have been a lot more upset if she'd gotten the call from the hospital instead of you. So I thank you for that also.”
”I'm glad you're all right. Did they catch the person who hit you?”
”Not yet. They have his ident.i.ty, thanks to you and your sharp eyes. But he's on the run. He's got a long history of DUI, and this is apparently one of those last-chance things. It's probably why he didn't stop.”
”Either that or he's the kind of thoughtless jerk who repeatedly drives drunk, gets stopped, arrested, set free and drives drunk again.” Her mouth twisted and he saw something in her eyes, just for a brief moment, before it slid away again.
”Could be. Sorry, I was having a gla.s.s-half-full moment.”
”Join me on the dark side. We have cookies to go with our halfempty gla.s.ses of milk.”
He started and then laughed. ”I do like cookies.”
She blushed again, and he knew he'd be back, because he had a bit of a like on for the very charming, blus.h.i.+ng Elise. Like was a good thing between two single adults. Especially if it entailed naked and horizontal moments.
”I'll see you around the neighborhood then, Elise. Thank you again, for everything.” He stepped back, and he didn't fail to notice the way her spine lost some of its tension.
She walked him to the door, and he waved, winking at Irene before he turned to amble on back to his place.
Elise managed to hold off fanning her face until she'd shut the door and locked it . . . and sneaked another look at a man who looked d.a.m.n fine from the back. He'd startled her, but she'd learned enough from the neighbors to know he wasn't a man p.r.o.ne to violence or harm.
On the ground as he'd been the weekend before, or from a distance, he hadn't seemed so huge. But christamighty christamighty, he was gigantic. For a moment when he'd first reached her, he'd towered over her. Fear had washed through her, evoking that fight-or-flight response, and it had been a hard-fought moment to get herself back under control.
He must have sensed something, because he stepped back, not quickly and not really slowly. But he gave her s.p.a.ce and it allowed her to breathe again. And that's when she really began to see him.
He was . . . Well, there wasn't any other man she could compare him to really. His hair was close-cropped but tousled. If it had been longer she'd have bet he'd have had thick curls. Dark as night. The neatly trimmed goatee and mustache worked for him, framed a mouth she was quite convinced would deliver some devastating goodness. He wasn't going to hurt her, she knew that much.
No, she was threatened on a whole different level. Like a sensory bomb had gone off as she'd stood there, resisting the urge to rub herself on him. So alluring, this man. His voice, oh good lord, his voice was like suede. Deep and rough/soft. When he wasn't on the ground, out of it and b.l.o.o.d.y, he was hot. Up close, he was . . . a bit overwhelming. More than handsome- he was too hard-edged to be handsome-he was compelling, magnetic.
She needed to keep her distance until she figured it out. She was suspicious of her response to him. When she'd met Ken, it had been l.u.s.t at first sight. He had been a big personality too. He'd taken over every conversation, had managed every detail until she'd been in so deep it was all she could do to tread water and not drown.
When it had been good, he was a force of nature. Funny, solicitous, affectionate, intelligent and creative. But he had demons, and instead of dealing with them appropriately, he'd self-medicated, and it had turned those demons into pain for everyone around him.
No, she couldn't be trusted, couldn't know if her attraction was to someone real or to some idea. G.o.d knew she couldn't survive another Ken, and until she got a mental handle on herself and what brought about certain choices in her life, she'd forgo relations.h.i.+ps.
She had Rennie to raise and a business to run. She knew she'd have s.e.x with someone in the future-she was a woman in the s.e.xual prime of her life, and there was only so much masturbation she could engage in. After a while, masturbation felt empty. It met her need, but it was not the same as having a man above you. However, love love was out of the picture. was out of the picture. Romance Romance was out of the picture. She didn't have the time and she didn't know if she had the heart anymore. was out of the picture. She didn't have the time and she didn't know if she had the heart anymore.
s.e.x with Brody Brown? Well, now, that wasn't such a bad idea. She hadn't dated in a million years, but she remembered enough to recognize the attraction in Brody's eyes, the way he lingered, his gaze snagging on her mouth.
Enough of that for the moment! She'd turn into a puddle of goo if she kept thinking along those lines.
”Rennie, let's get those groceries unloaded and then we'll make dinner and you can call your grandmother before your bath.”
Rennie froze a moment, panic on her face. ”No.”
Alarmed, Elise knelt before her daughter and took her hands. ”Noodle? What's wrong?”
Her normally good-natured daughter crossed her arms over her chest. ”I don't want to. You can't make me.” Her bottom lip trembled.