Dressed in jeans, a dark gray V-neck t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, he looked even more prickly than normal. Dark shadows marred the skin beneath his eyes, and the man looked even more tired than she felt.
A shot of jealously ran through her veins from the fleeting thought that another woman was likely to blame for his lack of sleep. Which was ridiculous since she held no claim on Brody.
Not like he’s mine to be jealous of.
“Hey, BroBro!” Megan greeted her brother with a smile. “Me and Ro were just talking about you.”
“What?” Brody blinked, his slightly widened gaze sliding to hers and then back to his sister’s. “Wh-why?” Another ping-ponged gaze between the two women. “Why were you talking about me?”
If she’d thought it possible, Ro would have been convinced the man was nervous. Scared, even. But this was Brody. Nothing made him nervous, and the only time she’d ever seen him scared was when Megan had almost been killed.
A few yards from where they stood now, as a matter of fact.
But lucky for her friend, Brody and Christian had gotten to Cup of Joe just in time to take down the man who’d been about to shoot poor Meg. And all because she’d inadvertently witnessed something she shouldn’t have…and she hadn’t even known it.
So yeah, Ro could appreciate the man being scared back then. But to be nervous about the mundane conversation between her and his sister…
“Relax, big guy.” Ro patted his upper arm, too hungover to really appreciate how warm and incredibly tight his bicep was. “Meg was just telling me how you drove me home last night, that’s all. Thanks for that, by the way.” Belatedly, she added a mumbled, “Hope I didn’t throw up inyourtruck.”
That would be the absolute worst.
Dark eyes that were almost always unreadable stared down into hers with a look she couldn’t decipher. When he didn’t respond, Ro automatically assumed the worst.
Oh, no! That’s why he looks so uncomfortable around me. And…ohmygod! That’s why he gave me such a strange look when he first walked in.
She gasped, her hand flying up to cover her gaping mouth. “Oh, god. I did, didn’t I?”
“What?” Brody frowned a millisecond before those thick brows of his shot straight up into two twin arches. “Oh…no!” He rushed to reassure her. “You didn’t throw up in the truck or inside your house…or anywhere, as far as I know. At least you hadn’t before I left your place this morning.”
Wait a minute. Did he just say…
“This morning?” Ro’s heart nearly stopped. She had to have heard that wrong. He had to have meant to say, “Last night,” she corrected with a nervous chuckle. “You mean to say last night, right?”
A slight shake of his head sent her stomach to the polished concrete floor below.
“I slept on the floor after you passed out.” Brody shrugged his broad shoulders. “Didn’t want to leave you alone in case you got sick in the middle of the night.”
Ro’s throat threatened to close, but she swallowed past it and tried not to freak the heck out. Brody King had spent the night in her house…and she couldn’trememberit?
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
Immediately she tried reaching back into her brain for something—anything—from the time between the bar and this morning. But she couldn’t picture even the smallest of details because…they simply weren’t there.
Her memory from last night was a totally blank slate, wiped clean from her ability to recall.
Ro couldn’t remember a single, solitary thing from her time in Brody’s truck. There were no memories of the two of them arriving at her house. Of him walking her inside.
She couldn’t even remember him being inside her house…or on her living room floor. Thefloor!
Heat filled Ro’s cheeks, and thanks to her pale skin, she knew she had to be blushing up a storm. But embarrassment didn’t even begin to describe how she was feeling.
“Please tell me I didn’t do something monumentally stupid like…dance on the coffee table or something?” She sent Brody a pleading look she prayed would yield the desired response.
Megan laughed from behind the counter, but the man’s hesitation nearly gave Ro a full-blown heart attack.
“There was no table dancing,” he finally confirmed.
Relief left Ro chuckling nervously. “Thank god.” And then, “You really slept on my floor last night?”