“Tony!”
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Twenty-five minutes after they left the city, Margo drove into a gated parking lot just off the levee along the Columbia River. After she parked, they went down the ramp to the dock and out to one of the smaller homes in the marina, a shake-covered two-story house with large cobalt blue pots of small evergreens and flowers flanking the door.
Once inside, she led him upstairs where she suggested he unpack.
As she moved some of her clothes around in the closet she said, “I have hangers here for your suit and I’ll empty a drawer for you. Oh, and I have to get clean towels. There should be space on the vanity for your … ”
“I’m not here to see your bathroom or inspect your clean towels, Margo.” He came behind her and put his hands on her waist, turning her around.
“I know. You’re here to work, but you were … ”
“No, work got me here but I’m here to see you. We started something when you were in Philly and I don’t want it to slip away.” He kissed her, a Tony kiss, hot, arousing, breathtaking.
“We better get to bed,” she said. “We both have work tomorrow.”
“Bed’s good.” His grin didn’t look like he was thinking much about work.
“Speaking of work … ”
“Were we?”
“I was. How’d you get this assignment, anyway?”
“Fought for it. There was some logic to it — I’ve been working with the task force for a while and had more than a nodding acquaintance with the Jameson case. Told the captain I had connections out here that would be valuable in the investigation.”
“You have a lot on the line, then.”
“Not really. My career, my personal life and maybe national security. Nothing important.”
“Do you ever take anything seriously?”
“Yes. This.” He kissed her again. “That’s about as serious as I want to get right now. What was that about bed?”
“I have to go downstairs and turn the lights out and make sure everything’s locked up. Before I do, can I hang up your suit for you so it doesn’t get wrinkled?”
“That’s not the sexiest invitation I’ve ever had to take my clothes off but, yeah, you can.”
Chapter 13
When she woke at her usual 6 A.M., Margo found herself spooned against Tony’s back and legs, her arm around him, the sheet barely covering them from their waists down. His chest rose and fell with his breath; his skin warmed her hand where she touched him. She’d never had a man spend the night in this house and she was surprised how happy it made her to find him beside her. It wouldn’t be too difficult to get used to.
Carefully she drew away from him but before she could get far, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t go. I like having you wrapped around me.” He turned and kissed her hand.
“I was just going to put on some coffee.”
In a voice thick with desire, he said, “Later,” and gathered her into his arms.