Page 207 of Things We Hide from the Light
Me: My God. Is our quirky librarian a commando??
Sloane: I have revealed too much.
When we got backto Nash’s place, I freshened up Piper’s water dish and gave her her prebedtime gourmet treat. Then I went into the bedroom and changed into a sexy little silk number that showed more than it hid.
I found Nash standing in the dining room holding up a photo of the interior of the warehouse.
“Whatcha got there?” I asked, sidling up next to him.
“Something Waylay said got me thinkin’—Holy shit,” he said, noticing my outfit.
“Thinking about what?”
“Your boobs.” He shook his head. “No. That’s not what I was thinking about. I mean, I’m kind of always thinking about them. But not in a pervy way. More like a worshipful way.”
I took the photo from his dangling hand and glanced at it. “It’s a gaming console.”
Nash said nothing, and I realized he was still staring at my chest. I held the picture over my breasts. “Focus, hotshot. Talk to me.”
“Hugo’s gaming console,” Nash said, slowly coming out of his boob fugue.
“Looks like it was shot to hell. Do you think anyone could get anything useful off it?”
“We might not need them to.”
I met his gaze and it hit me. “Because he wasn’t yelling at the TV. He was yelling at other players.”
“Because he was playing online,” Nash said with a slow grin.
“Now who’s Nancy Drew?” I teased. “This is good. Really good. We could trace his location, couldn’t we?”
Nash pulled out his phone and dialed. “Hey. I need a favor.”
He listened briefly and rolled his eyes.
“Shouldn’t you be saving that for the wedding night?”
There was another brief pause and Nash winked at me.
“Then put your pants back on and go ask Way what Hugo’s username was onDragon Dungeon Quest.” Nash waited a beat. “Yeah, the three scoops of ice cream were my fault.”
Nash reached for me and pulled me up against him. But instead of grabbing a handful of boob as I expected, he held my hand and kissed each one of my fingers while he waited for his grumpy brother.
“Yeah, I’m here,” Nash said into the phone. “She remember?”
His gaze held mine. I wondered if I’d ever seen eyes that blue before.
“Yeah. Got it. Thanks… No. You can take your pants off again. I’m about to.”
“She remembered it, didn’t she?” I asked when he hung up.
“Sure did. KingSchlong85.”
“Gross.”
Nash opened up his text messages. “If he’s using the same user name, Lucian’s creepy stealth team should be able to track down an IP address.”
“God, you’re hot when you’re all sleuthy.”
