Black Arts by Faith Hunter

Author:Faith Hunter [Hunter, Faith]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780451465245
Google: XWRfnQEACAAJ
Amazon: 0451465245
Publisher: Roc
Published: 2014-01-07T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

You Gonna Invite Me In?

He stood as tall as me in his black Frye boots. Black jeans, a short-sleeved black tee, his black leather riding jacket hanging on the Kow-bike. His hair was longer than I had ever seen it, finger-combed and looking even darker than its usual black, damp from the helmet. I could smell gun oil, spicy aftershave, cigar. And his cat.

“Let’s go for a late lunch,” Rick said, leaning in, supporting his weight on his arms, high, to either side of the door, stretching up to show his biceps and the damaged tattoos there. And pulling his T-shirt against pecs and abs. Oh my . . . “You can call Tom for an intro. Fair warning, though. He’ll tell you I’m trouble.”

My breath hitched to a stop. They were nearly the same words he’d used to ask me on our first date. “Yeah,” I drawled, no longer holding in my reaction to him, leaning closer. “’Bout that. I know you’re trouble, Ricky Bo.”

His teeth flashed in a smile, his crooked bottom teeth pushing on his lip. “But I’m worth it, babe. Besides, even if I didn’t make you crazy . . .” He leaned farther in, bringing his mouth near mine. “I have info you want.”

I rested a hip against the door and considered, feeling my insides melt under his black-eyed gaze, his breath warm on my neck and jaw. “You let your hair grow,” I said, wanting to touch it, to touch him.

Rick canted to the side, resting on the outside jamb, stretching even closer, so we were only a fraction of an inch apart. I could feel the warmth of his body, and his scent grew even stronger, jungle nights, heat, cat, and man. “My current job,” he said, “doesn’t have a dress code when I’m in the field.”

“You on a job now?” I asked.

“Yeah. I got a party tonight at Leo’s.” His lips grew fractionally closer. “You gonna be there?”

I stood up and backed away. “Yeah. Lemme get this straight. You got an invite to vamp HQ for the gather?”

Rick laughed shortly. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No, he didn’t tell me.”

Rick reached out a hand and pushed a stray wisp of hair behind my ear. His fingers were warm, werecat warm. I struggled not to lean in to his touch. “You gonna invite me in?” he murmured.

“Hey, Uncle Ricky Bo. You gonna kiss Aunt Jane?”

I tried not to laugh at the look on his face as he dropped his hand away from me. “Angelina?” he asked, his tone saying, What are you doing here?

“Uh-huh.” Angie tugged on my jeans until I dropped my hand, which she took. “We staying with Aunt Jane while my daddy looks for my mama. You gonna kiss her? ’Cause I wanna watch. You never did kiss her last time I was here.”

I snorted. Rick opened his mouth and closed it in a good imitation of a beached fish. “Uhhh.”

“No, Angie Baby,” I said. “Uncle Ricky Bo is taking me to lunch.

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