When she noticed him, her face broke out in a smile. “Hey, there. I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ian strolled toward her, took her hand and walked backward toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms. As soon as they’d cleared the doorway, he sandwiched her between his body and the wall and kissed her hard. She made a sound of surprise, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed to her toes to kiss him back.
The knots running along his spine eased.
He broke the kiss, and Savannah laughed a little. “Well, hello to you too.”
“Been dying to do that since six this morning.” He ran his hand over her hair and kissed her again. He dragged her up against his body and swept his tongue into her mouth. God, he wanted her even more than he had last night. He pulled back and asked, “Are you free tonight? To go over, you know, the dirt?”
“I have Jamison—”
“After he’s asleep?”
She started to nod then said, “But the bugs—”
He kissed her
again. “I’ll download a blocker.”
She pulled back. “A what?”
“Blocker. It emits a signal that interrupts the bug.”
He moved in to kiss her again. She put a hand against his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me about a blocker when we found the bugs?”
Alarm bells went off in his head. Shit. “I just found it today.”
“Oh.” She didn’t believe him; he could tell by the look in her eyes. “Are you staying for lunch?”
“No. I broke a tooth on a granola bar this morning, and I’m going to Missoula to get it fixed.”
“Why go all the way to Missoula?”
“The doc here didn’t have an opening, and the one in Missoula uses nitrous oxide gas.” He winced. “I’m really a pussy when it comes to dental work.”
That made her laugh, and he felt the equilibrium between them restored. She leaned into him and skimmed her fingers down his cheek. “Drive careful. Text me when you get back.”
Savannah turned to watch Ian walk from the café—all wide shoulders and tight ass. When he got to the door, he shot a “gotcha” grin over his shoulder. Savannah had confessed to her love of his ass the night before, and he was obviously testing her story of stopping whatever she was doing to watch him walk out. He pushed out the door backward and winked at her just before turning to trot down the stairs.
Savannah felt like she’d downed a bottle of sparkling wine, gut fizzing, heart buzzing, head light. She smiled, reveling in the sensations. He was a great guy who also happened to be sexy, sweet, and damn good in bed. She felt like she’d hit the lottery.
His story about the blocker didn’t add up, and she didn’t know what to think about that.
Misty wandered into the dining room, frowning at her phone.
“What’s wrong?” Savannah asked.
“Tell me what Ian’s tattoo looked like again.”
“His…what?”
“The tattoo on his shoulder. The one of a skull.”
Savannah remembered the sight of his broad, naked back, tapering into a tight waist from the night before. “A skull with a dagger through it.”
“Did the blade go through the eye socket?”
“Um…” She thought back. “Yeah. Why?”