By the time they’d finished patching him up and he’d evaded all the questions he could about what had happened to them, she was gone. Against medical advice.
He was still angry over her leaving him to worry, and it came out in his voice. “What are you doing here?”
“Unfinished business.”
Anger evaporated as a string of interesting thoughts slipped through his mind, each one more inappropriate than the last. He didn’t normally let himself veer off into the gutter like that, but then again, most women weren’t built like Simone Solange—for both speed and comfort.
She slid from his bed, the move far too slow and sinuous for his peace of mind. Even with the faint bruises marring her cheek, and the pinkish scar along her hairline, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
And probably the most dangerous.
“How did you find me?” he asked.
She smiled, and her appeal went to eleven. “Not important.” She grabbed a box sitting on his bedside table and sauntered into the main cabin. “Here. This is yours.”
Marcus took the box, uncertain if he wanted to open it. After what he’d put her through, he couldn’t imagine there being anything good inside.
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
“Nope. I’m not in the mood to fight a pile of poisonous snakes right now.”
She frowned. “You think I want to hurt you?”
“I got you hurt when I coerced you to take the job.”
She snorted. “Coerced? You’re good, but you’re not that good.” She opened the box, pulled from it the purse he’d made and shoved it at him. “Here. Take it back.”
“What? Why?”
“The purse for the hammer. That was the deal. No hammer, no purse.”
“Wait. You stole the boots outright and won’t give those back, but I give you a purse for risking your life and you return it?”
“I earned the boots. Stole them fair and square. And the one knife. The other two are in there.”
Frustration rubbed along his skin, not because she’d taken one of the knives his dad had made, but because she was completely insane. “Really? That makes sense to you?”
She shrugged, and the motion drew his attention to the line of her neck. A few bruises lingered there, too, reminding him of just how terrified he’d been when that Fractogast had grabbed her by the throat. “You lost something precious to you. If I’d been better, it wouldn’t have happened. Every time I look at the purse it’s going to remind me of how I failed.”
He took the cool leather in his hands. He’d spent so many hours working on it, his fingers tingled in memory. It was like that sometimes, with his best work—almost like the object recognized him.
Marcus looped the strap of the purse over her head. “Just take it. And when you look at it, remember how you saved that kid. How we got out alive. How we blew that machine up beyond repair.”
“But the hammer is gone.”
“And will never again be used by those fuckers. I’m okay with that.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“Then get over it, because I’m not taking the purse back. I made it for you. I want you to have it, even if you have to consider it a gift.”
“A gift, huh?” She ran her finger over the pattern he’d tooled into the leather.
What he wouldn’t have given to have her stroke him like that.
“It’s been a long time since anyone has given me anything.”
“Good, then. It’s settled.” At least he hoped. “Want to stay for dinner?”
She froze, shedding all her natural, fluid warmth. “I don’t think so. Places to go and all that.”
He’d scared her. With an invitation to dinner. After watching her face down a room full of Fractogasts, that seemed inconceivable.
“I promise to be a perfect gentleman.” No matter how much willpower it cost him.
She stared up at him, biting her bottom lip. He could see her quivering on the edge of giving in, but as soon as her eyes lowered, he knew he’d lost. “I should go. Rain check?”
“Sure. You obviously know how to find me.”
“Thanks for the purse. I owe you one.”
“No, you don’t. After the beating you took, we’re more than even.”
Her smoky green gaze hit him again, and this time he actually swayed with the force of it. She was so unbelievably beautiful it made him forget that the rest of the world even existed.
Simone looped her arms around his neck, went up on tiptoe, and pressed a kiss against his lips. It lasted only a second, and it was completely chaste, but it still felt scorching hot and rocked him down to his boots.