Key of Light (Key 1) - Page 77

“You’ve got red roses in your bedroom.”

“Oh, man.”

“Hooked,” she repeated and drilled a finger in his belly.

He took the sisterly poke like a man. “Let me ask you something. Did anybody like Lily?”

“No.”

He hissed out a breath, stared up at the ceiling. “Just checking.”

The knock on the door had him cursing and her bounding up. “I’ll get it.” She sang it out. “Maybe it’s more flowers.”

Amused, she pulled open the door. And it was her turn to curse, with more imagination and viciousness than Flynn had managed.

“Hey, nice mouth, Stretch.”

Jordan Hawke, handsome as the devil and to Dana’s mind twice as evil, gave her a wink and strolled back into her life.

She considered, for one brief, heady moment, tripping him. She grabbed his arm instead, imagined twisting it into cartoon taffy. “Hey. Nobody asked you in.”

“You living here now?” He shifted his body in a slow, easy move. He’d always had moves. At six three he had five inches on her. She’d once found that fact exciting, but now it was simply irritating.

He hadn’t gotten fat, or ugly, or fallen victim to male-pattern baldness. And wasn’t that just too damn bad? No, he was still lanky and gorgeous, and all that thick black hair remained sexily rumpled around a tanned, rawboned face set off by sizzling blue eyes. His mouth was full and sculpted and, she had reason to know, very inventive.

It curved now in a lazy, mocking smile that made her want to bloody it.

“Looking good, Dane.” He smoothed a hand over her hair, and had her head jerking back before she could stop herself.

“Hands off. And no, I’m not living here. What do you want?”

“A date with Julia Roberts, a chance to jam with Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, and a really cold beer. How about you?”

“To read the details of your slow, painful death. What are you doing here?”

“Annoying you, apparently. But that’s just a side benefit. Flynn home?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but stepped away from her and headed for the living room. Moe roused himself, sent out a halfhearted growl.

“That’s it, Moe,” Dana said cheerfully. “Sic ’im.”

Obviously unconcerned about being attacked by an enormous mass of canine, Jordan crouched down. “So this is the famous Moe.”

Veterinary trauma forgotten, Moe scrambled up. He charged, flopped both front paws on Jordan’s shoulders, and gave him a welcoming kiss.

Dana could only grind her teeth as Jordan’s laugh joined Moe’s happy bark.

“You’re a big guy, aren’t you? Look at that face.” He rumpled Moe’s fur, scratched his ears, then glanced over at Flynn. “How’s it going?”

“Okay. Didn’t know you were coming so soon.”

“Had some time. Got a beer?”

“Sure.”

“I hate to interrupt this emotional, heartfelt reunion.” Dana’s voice was an ice pick aimed at the nape of Jordan’s neck. “But what the hell’s he doing here?”

“Spending some time with friends, in my hometown.” Jordan got to his feet. “Still okay to bunk here?”

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