Okay, I was back to him getting to me.
“I’ve decided to be un-biker-friendly,” I announced, and watched his eyes smile again.
“Too late.”
“Figures,” I mumbled.
“Right. I’m here, kiss me, we’ll finish our sandwiches and then I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Hop, I’ve got pastrami breath.”
“So?”
“It might be gross.”
Another smile. “It won’t be gross.”
“It’ll be gross.”
“Kiss me.”
“No.”
“Kiss me.”
“No!”
Hop slanted his head and kissed me.
I kissed him back.
He let me go, we finished our sandwiches and he kissed me again before he let me get back to work.
I got looks all afternoon and I didn’t care because I wouldn’t normally care, but also because all I could think about was Hop getting to me.
And that I sort of wanted him to bring me lunch the next day.
And that I not so sort of wished he’d be in my bed that night.
Alas, Thursday, I got nothing but a phone call. I was busy with work. Hop was busy with Chaos business and his kids.
But Friday morning, about two and a half seconds after I got the call, I turned to my cell, snatched it up, and called Hop.
“Lady,” he answered.
“We got the account!” I shrieked.
I could actually tell the smile in his voice was huge when he replied, “Good news, baby.”
“Great news. Fabulous news. Christmas bonuses for the staff news,” I corrected.
Hop was silent.
When this silence spread, I called, “Hop? Did I lose you?”
“You absolutely did not lose me.”
No smile in his voice but the rough tone of it that communicated colossal things made my body go completely still.
“You work your tail off for that account, your first thought is Christmas bonuses for your staff,” he stated.
I said nothing, just concentrated on breathing and ignoring the warmth shrouding my heart.
“No hard, Lanie. All soft,” he whispered like that meant everything to him.
Everything.
I again said nothing.
“And fuck, but I like it,” he finished.
It meant everything.
“Hop,” I whispered.
“Wish we could celebrate. We’ll do it next week. Yeah?”
I closed my eyes.
Then I opened them and said, “Yeah.”
I did this because I wanted to celebrate, I wanted to know how Hop celebrated, and because he was getting to me.
“Lettin’ you go,” he replied.
I didn’t want him to let me go. I wanted his voice in my ear. I wanted that warmth he gave me to stay close around my heart.
I didn’t say this.
I said, “Okay, Hop.”
“Later, lady.”
“Bye, honey.”
We disconnected and, without a big new client to concentrate on, I was unable to keep him off my mind.
Also unwilling.
And my thoughts didn’t go to planning how to end things.
They went to how Hopper Kincaid would celebrate his old lady getting a big new client.
Now, I standing in my bedroom, staring at my bag and facing a weekend with my parents and trying to train my thoughts on Vail, God’s country, which was gorgeous.
Suddenly I sensed movement that shouldn’t be there since I was alone in my house and I jumped, whipping my head around to see Hop walking into my room.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as he moved to me.
He made it to me, his hand lifting, fingers curling around the side of my neck, thumb extended which he used at my jaw to push my head back as his dipped down and his lips and ’tache brushed my lips.
When he lifted his head, he answered, “Wanted to see you, check you’re okay, and someone has to haul your suitcase down the stairs.”
That warmth hit my heart again.
He wanted to see me, check I was okay and, he didn’t live in Siberia and take a flight to do the deed, but he did go out of his way just to carry my suitcase down the stairs.
“I can carry a suitcase, Hop,” I told him.
“Babe, you were at Hotel Monaco for two nights and your bag weighed half a ton.”
I felt my lips quirk as I said, “It didn’t weigh half a ton.”
He grinned at me. “Close.”
I grinned back.
His hand at my neck gave me a squeeze as his eyes got serious. “You good?”
“God’s country,” I replied and his grin came back.
“Yeah,” he muttered, looked at the bed then at me. “This good?”
I nodded.
He pulled me slightly to him and then pushed me gently back, swaying me with his hand at my neck before he let me go and bent to the bed. Flipping the case closed, he zipped it and hauled it off the bed.
I took one last look around, checking for lights left on or anything that I might have forgotten, and followed him downstairs.