but she could tempt a saint, so what chance did a sinner like him have? “I’ll look around, check on things and then leave.”
“I suppose you’re good at picking out security problems.” Looking at the door again, she made up her mind. “Okay, thank you. I appreciate it.” She handed over her keys.
Rowdy was so used to her stubborn streak of independence, he didn’t quite trust her when she was like this. She hid something—but what?
The setup of the building sucked. Here on the landing, she was trapped. No window, no door but into her apartment. He unlocked and opened the door, reached inside and found a light switch. Unlike at his place, lamps came on beside a stuffed couch.
Rowdy brought her in with him, left the door open and said, “Wait here.” Before she could protest, he went through the apartment, glancing long enough at the small open kitchen to see a box of Cocoa Puffs sitting on the counter. Cold, sugary cereal, huh? Somehow that fit.
The first door led to a miniscule bathroom with a cluttered counter. Makeup, blow-dryer, a basket of girlie-looking headbands and hair ties. He pushed back the shower curtain and found an array of bottles surrounding the narrow tub—shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, bubble bath.
The woman took her bathing very seriously.
He left that room and glanced into a hall closet that held her towels, extra blanket and pillow and more toiletries. Avery said not a single word as he went into her bedroom.
First things first, he checked her closet, moving her clothes around to look behind them. She had a wardrobe of T-shirts, sweatshirts, sweaters and jeans, with only a few dresses and skirts thrown in. A pile of shoes and boots littered the floor of the closet. He never would have pegged Avery to be so messy, but he kind of liked it.
He didn’t see any real dirt, just a whole bunch of disorganization.
Her bedroom window overlooked the convenience store and the now-empty lot. After checking the lock on her window, he closed the curtains and bent to peek under her unmade bed. Nothing but dust bunnies, a stray sock and a suitcase. Too curious to let it go, Rowdy tugged at the luggage handle.
It wasn’t empty.
So Avery kept a packed suitcase under her bed. For an emergency exit?
Straightening again, he took a moment to look over her room. Not as utilitarian as his; she had knickknacks everywhere. Change and a few pieces of jewelry littered the single dresser. A scented candle and a book rested on her nightstand. He touched the fluffy comforter and supersoft sheets on her bed. She had three pillows.
“Rowdy?”
“Be right there.” Trying to remove the image of her curled up all warm and sleepy in that bed, he walked out feeling strangely...enlightened.
His bartender didn’t live like a woman from a pampered upbringing. In fact, her messy apartment didn’t look much different from where his sister used to hide out.
Secrets. Avery had them in spades. How hard would it be for him to uncover them?
* * *
WITH A STRANGE sensation of anticipation humming in her veins, Avery watched as Rowdy prowled her apartment. She shouldn’t have left it so cluttered, but there never seemed to be enough hours in the day to do everything that needed to be done.
She had Sundays off, but usually slept late and then spent the day running errands and doing laundry. Who had time to clean?
When Rowdy emerged from her bedroom, her heart thumped harder. “Done snooping?”
“Almost.” He checked out the window in the main living area, and then the smaller window behind her kitchen sink.
She checked out the flex of muscles in his shoulders and the way his butt looked in those threadbare jeans. He had such strong thighs, and such a terrifically muscled backside.
He met her gaze. “They’re locked.”
She knew it, because she kept them that way. In the summer, when it had gotten hot as Hades, she’d run a portable room air conditioner that hadn’t quite cut through the humidity, but at least offered a little relief. “It’s okay?”
“As good as it can be here, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to your landlord about changing the lock on the entry door.”
“I already did.” She felt a little out of control. Surely she wasn’t one of those women turned on by a macho display of violence? Not that there’d been much violence, not with the expedient way Rowdy had handled the bullies. “He told me to go for it.”
From across the room, Rowdy looked at her mouth, then her throat and finally her breasts. In a distracted way, he said, “I’ll take care of it before work.”
Her breath caught when she inhaled. “You don’t have to do that.”
Holding up his hands to prove that he’d keep his promise, he stalked toward her. “I want to do it.”
Oh, the way he said that. Her mind conjured all kinds of things other than replacing an old lock. “Okay, then.”
Casually, he leaned a shoulder on the door frame next to where she stood. “So.”
She started to thank him again, but he cut her off.
“You didn’t like seeing me with another woman.”
She stepped away from the open door—and away from temptation. “Seriously, Rowdy, I see that every night.” Lying through her teeth, she said, “Not a biggie.”
He thought about that, nodded. “You didn’t like seeing a woman with her mouth on my—”
“No!” Jerking back around, Avery broke her own rule. She stretched up to smash two fingertips against his mouth. “Don’t you dare say it.”
Slowly, Rowdy wrapped his much-larger fingers around her wrist and lowered her hand to his chest.
And, oh, God, that wasn’t much better than touching his mouth. He felt so hot.
His thumb brushed over the back of her hand. “I can promise you that it won’t happen again.”
She curled her fingers against him, a little embarrassed that her nails were clipped so short, her hands rough from so many washings during work. The smell of the bar probably clung to her.
Then she remembered that it didn’t matter; she’d never again be that manicured woman from her past. “At work, you mean?”
His mouth tightened. “I won’t lie to you, Avery. I’m not going to become a monk.”
Thank God. That would be such a waste of raw sensuality. Unsure what his point might be, Avery said, “I wouldn’t expect you to.”
“Good, because now I have a question for you.” He released her, took a step back so that he stood outside the door and asked, “How long do I have to wait, honey?”
Avery’s heart
