Nine
“Hey, sweet meat,” Eagle said.
I got the impression he’d been standing behind me for a long time, watching me watch Hawk. Just like the Asian guy who’d moved over to be sure I’d see what was going on in the room.
“I’m sorry,” I said to his chest. I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go.”
“I like that you came.”
He grinned when he said it. I was smart enough to know he’d meant it as a double entendre.
“Did you need me to look at your car?” Eagle asked.
“I… I…”
“Come on.” He put his hand on the small of my back and gave me a gentle shove. “Let’s pop the hood. See what’s going on under there.”
My focus was on the large hand at the small of my back and how good that pressure felt there after I’d watched another woman get what I’d come for. With that hand easing
