Page 52 of 40 and Flirting (with Disaster)
She hesitated. “What will happen to him?” She didn’t want to care, but she’d spent a lifetime caring what happened to Kirk. If she was honest, though, that wasn’t what concerned her now. What concerned her was how what happened to him would affect her children.
Jamie sighed. “Hopefully he’ll spend the night in the drunk tank and be let out in the morning. I called Ronnie.”
Iris literally skidded to a stop. “The police chief?”
Jamie pulled her close to his side, bringing their hips together, and restarted their walk. “Yes.” He squeezed her gently. “Hopefully this will be a wake-up call for Kirk to get himself together.”
One could only hope. Still, it blew her mind that Jamie would intervene on behalf of her ex.
Maybe he was thinking of her kids as much as she was.
They reached her car, and Jamie placed a kiss on her forehead. “Meet you at the apartment?”
They’d spent more time at his house, but tonight she wanted—no, needed—complete privacy. No Michael wandering in and out, no housekeeper showing up in the morning. She loved that Jamie had a good support system, but she needed him to herself for a while.
“Definitely.”
Jamie kissed her lips this time. “Be careful driving.”
“I will.”
Jamie had told her he needed to close out a few things, but Francisco would take care of the rest. He’d be a half hour or so behind her. When she got to the apartment, she climbed the steps with legs that felt like lead and realized the reality of everything that had happened that night was finally hitting her. Inside, she left the lights off and absorbed the quiet of the peaceful home she’d built for herself as she left a trail of clothes on her way to the bathroom. The water gushed from the faucet when she turned it on to heat. Taking off her makeup took no more than a minute, and then she was sliding into the slowly rising water as it steamed up the bathroom.
Whirling thoughts shouted at her from all corners of her brain, but Iris sank deeper into the water and let the heat and humidity gradually wipe everything else out.
That’s where Jamie found her when he arrived, half asleep in the bathtub. She murmured drowsily at the sight of him in the doorway. “I knew there was a good reason I gave you a key to my apartment,” she said, a smirk waking up her face.
“Not having to get out of the hot bath?”
“Of course.” With her toes she reached up and flipped the plug open to allow some of the cooling water to drain. Jamie reached down and turned on the faucet to refill the hot water.
He winked in her direction. “We make a good team.”
“We do.” She narrowed her eyes on him as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Which reminds me…”
His shirt fell open, revealing the wide expanse of his chest. Her fingers itched to travel through the hair that raced down the center to his slacks.
Jamie dropped his shirt on the floor. “Reminds you…?”
His fingers went to his zipper, and every thought but seeing him naked fled her brain. “Gimme a minute.”
His gaze was indulgent. And sinful. He unzipped his pants, which dropped to the bathroom floor to join his button-down. Tight black boxers cupped him lovingly, just like she wanted to.
“Off.”
He cocked a brow at her but complied. Boxers and socks landed on the rest of the pile. Jamie moved toward the tub.
“Stop.”
The slow rise of his cock told her he wasn’t bothered by her demands. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked, the words gravel-rough.
“Just to look at you.”
His shaft hit full mast. He leaned a shoulder against the tile wall and waited, giving her full rein to look.
After a long moment, Iris sighed. “You’re beautiful.”
Jamie huffed a laugh and climbed into the opposite end of the too-small tub from her. “Women are beautiful.” Gripping her feet, he pulled each up until they lay across his thighs, which he settled on the outsides of her legs.
