After MidKnight (Knight Ops Book 4) by Em Petrova

Author:Em Petrova [Petrova, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

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“Are you injured?” Carissa’s question didn’t only extend to the blood on Roades’ knuckles. She could see by his face something was wrong.

She dropped her gaze to the phone in his hand. “You got a call out?”

He gave a rough nod. “My brother.”

“Is everything all right?” She stepped up to him, tipping her head to meet his stare.

After a second, his eyes cleared. “Yeah, it’s all good.”

“Doesn’t sound so convincing. What about these? Is this your blood or not?” She took his hands.

“Not.”

She shouldn’t be shocked, yet she couldn’t help but be. The man before her was trained to kill—had he? Wouldn’t he be covered in more blood than a few specks if that was the case?

“Come inside and wash it off then. I’ve fixed dinner.”

“I told you not to expect me back.”

She snorted. “You aren’t the only person who gets hungry, you know.”

He gave a huff of amusement and followed her back into the house. She was aware of his heated stare on her as she moved through the rooms she’d tidied to keep her hands busy today and went into the kitchen.

She went to the sink and plucked up a bar of soap, holding it out to him. He nudged her aside and used the clean water from the jug to scrub up. “When do they hope to fix the water supply so it isn’t tainted?” he asked.

She couldn’t pull her gaze from his hands as he lathered, the veins and tendons giving her visions of other ways he could use his hands. Her pussy pulsated at the memory of his fingers buried there.

He was looking at her, and she realized she hadn’t answered his question.

“Oh. No word. They just say to keep getting the fresh water.”

“Ah.” He rinsed and dried with a clean towel. He turned from the sink. “Dinner smells fantastic. Asopao?”

She smiled. “I didn’t think you’d remember that dish.”

“How could I forget? Your mother’s specialty.”

“And you said it’s similar to your maman’s gumbo.”

“You can still use the Cajun.” He smiled at her accent.

Feeling a warmth deeper than the heat of the day or his rugged presence, she pointed to a chair. “Sit and let me get you a plate.”

Having the big man in her house gave her a sense of peace. She didn’t love being totally alone, and that had been her lot in life the past few years since Hernan had gone his own way. And if she was honest, she was glad to know Roades was safe.

She spooned the thick rice, shellfish and chorizo onto the plates and carried them to the table. She paused. He dwarfed her furniture and looked like a grown man seated at a child’s table for pretend tea.

He smiled at her, a light back in his eyes that had been absent when she’d found him in the garden. Her heart gave a little bleep of excitement and she took her seat.

“It looks as good as it smells.” He placed his hands on the table, giving her a chance to admire those long fingers, now clean.

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