Yes. But not for the reasons he would assume if she said it out loud. “I should probably clean up,” she whispered.
His expression shuttered. Quietly, he withdrew and stood to the side of the couch. He held out his hand to help her up.
Help she needed because her knees felt weak. She gave him a small smile, hurried to her station to grab her clothes from the floor, then walked straight toward the bathroom without giving him another glance. Once inside, she turned on the light and glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d thought this was just for fun. Just because she hadn’t had sex in a long time, and this would be harmless. One time only. She’d understood the rules. They were strangers really.
So, why did she feel like crying?
Tamara closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. She’d probably left him very confused. He didn’t deserve that. Pull your big girl panties up.
She took care of business then cleaned up with a washcloth and dressed. When she let herself out of the bathroom, she glanced around the room. He was seated on her station chair again. Dressed as well. Disappointment flooded her. She’d really enjoyed ogling the man.
Pasting on a smile she knew didn’t reach her eyes, she moved toward him. “Sorry about that,” she said, trying to sound breezy.
He studied her face. “Did I do something wrong?”
She shook her head. Maybe too quickly. His brows drew together. “No, really. It’s me. I’m not used to that.” Her gaze went to her feet. “I really enjoyed myself. I guess it scared me a bit how much I liked it.”
A finger entered her vision, and he tilted up her face. “Do you think now I’ve had you that this is over?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Isn’t it?”
Before he could answer, a pounding sounded a second before the door at the top of the stairs swung open. And even though she didn’t know who had opened the door, she rushed toward the stairs. “Don’t let that door close!”
* * *
Quincy stood to the side as Reaper and Hook asked Tamara questions about Clay Horner’s time with her. He could feel the occasional accusatory glances aimed his way from his two fellow bounty hunters. But he didn’t give a rat’s ass what they thought about the fact he’d lost Horner’s trail and hadn’t already gotten a description of Tamara’s car and plate number.
He was sure the men knew exactly what had happened during the time he’d been trapped inside the bunker with the pretty beautician. He figured he’d get his ass reamed over the incident, but again, he didn’t give a shit.
His buddies had interrupted their conversation, just when he’d gotten to the bottom of what was bothering Tamara. He was pissed. At them. At her. Did she really think he fucked anything with a pussy? He liked her.
Then another thought slithered through his mind. Maybe she didn’t want anything more than what they’d already shared.
“We’re finished here,” Reaper said, his tone a little loud.
That pulled Quincy out of his funk.
“You ready to hit the road?” Reaper asked, giving him a frown.
Quincy nodded. “I’ll just a need a minute.”
Hook coughed. “We’ll be outside. Just to make sure you don’t have any problems with that door again.”
Quincy gave him a glare, not looking at Tamara again until the two men exited the bunker. Then he gave her a glare. “I need your business card.”
She snorted. “Why? You decide you need a haircut?” She reached out for a card from her table then held it out to him.
His arm shot out and snagged her waist. He pulled her against his chest.
Breathless, she glanced up at him, her eyes wide.
Slowly, he lowered his head. He kissed her, giving her a silent promise she might not be ready to hear. Wait for me. I’ll be back.
And then he pocketed her card and moved toward the exit. When he reached the door, he wedged the cinder block securely against it, promising himself he’d bring back the parts to replace her old hardware.
Then he glanced across at her. She was touching her lips and staring right back at him.
Whistling to himself, he climbed the steps.
* * *
If you enjoyed this story and want to see what happens next, look for Quincy: Montana Bounty Hunters!
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