a Touch of TNT (An Everly Gray Adventure) by Charles L. j

Author:Charles, L. j. [Charles, L. j.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

The next time I opened my eyes it was to sunshine spilling onto the sheets and the sound of the shower. Time for a reality check? Umm, nope. I padded into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. Slippery. Good. By the time we’d had excellent sex and washed, the water had turned cold and I was seriously ready for some food.

“Gypsy’s for breakfast?” I asked.

He ran his hand along the side of my body from breast to thigh, back up and circled his fingers around my waist. “You are so beautiful. And, yeah, Gypsy’s is fine.”

We pulled on jeans and t-shirts, added some flip-flops and were ready to go. I gathered my wet hair back in a braid and hoped when it dried there would be waves instead of the usual unruly mass of wild curls. I was experimenting with a more controlled look. Maybe it would creep into the rest of my life. Keep me out of trouble.

We got a booth right away, someone had ponied up a quarter for Peppermint Twist on the jukebox. I shimmied into the booth to the tune of the music. Gypsy’s was comfortable, safe. A good place for us to continue yesterday’s conversation.

Mitch must have thought so too. “Last night and this morning…no images?”

“No images. Some tingling and shadows, but no clearly defined pictures. It’s getting better though. At least I think it is.”

“The time we just had? It was…unexpected. I thought it would be a while before we could touch. Had my mind set to put some distance between us, at least until I could get the job situation worked out.” He gave me the dimple. “I have no complaints about the change in plans. Don’t get me wrong, I want your touch thing to function normally again, but awesome sex is something I’m damn well not going to turn down.”

I wrapped my fingers around the quarter I’d slipped out of my handbag, held it tight enough to leave marks on the palm of my hand. Who was it that said something about intentions and a slippery slope? I felt like I was at the top of a slalom run, and the snowy powder had just turned to ice. I dropped the quarter into the slot on the tabletop jukebox and pushed the selection for Overload. It matched my mood.

I took Mitch’s hand, held it between mine, but kept my fingertips away from his skin. “This isn’t something I can control. It could come back when I’m touching you. Whatever I’m not supposed to know about your work, could be right there in my head. Without warning. We took a chance last night and this morning. One I don’t think the government would be happy about.”

He sat back in the booth, laced his fingers behind his head. The melted chocolate in his eyes had turned to shards of iced coffee. “Probably not.”

“I don’t think it’s a chance we should take again. Having the FBI, NSA, whoever, showing up on my doorstep isn’t okay with me.

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