“Where’d you find her? She doesn’t seem like your normal type.”
I take in her lean legs, my mouth practically salivating as I think of what must be going on under her short skirt. “She’s my neighbor.”
Trevor chuckles, watching her with interest. “My neighbor is an eighty-year-old man with no teeth.” He gives Abby a long, slow appreciative once-over. “You’re more fortunate.”
My muscles tense fractionally and I frown.
Trevor has a healthy appreciation for all women and attracts plenty of attention with his Nordic good looks. Normally, I appreciate right along with him. But the way he watches Abby—as if he’s the Big Bad Wolf come to eat Little Red Riding Hood—makes me oddly want to punch him. An unreasonable and unfamiliar response I don’t want to think too much about. I take a long draw from my beer bottle, shrugging one shoulder as my only response.
“I met these incredibly hot twins last night. Redheads—natural redheads,” Trevor says, casually. “What do you say? I guarantee a good time.”
My gaze slides to Abby. “Maybe some other time.”
Trevor groans, shaking his head. “Please don’t tell me you’ve caught monogamy.”
No, that’s not it. I just want to focus on Abby and her list right now. That’s all. “Just not interested.”
As if sensing the discussion is about her, Abby looks over at me again and narrows her eyes into thin slits. Natural redheads can’t possibly be as much fun as she is.
I laugh and crook my finger at her.
She shakes her head.
I give her a sharp nod.
She glances around, appearing to gauge the distance between us. Chin tilting in that stubborn determination I’ve come to recognize means good things for me, she begins walking slowly toward me.
I can’t contain my grin when she comes to a dead stop and closes her eyes for a second. The balls must have clanged against her G-spot.
Damn, this had been a good idea. Well worth the trip out of my way to pick them up on my way home. It lets me watch what I like most about her. That expressive face of hers can’t hide anything.
She opens her lids, takes a deep intake of air and begins again.
Well, isn’t she a little trooper. God bless her.
Finally she stands next to me and I peer down at her flushed, perturbed face. I snake an arm around her waist. “How you doing there, Abby?”
She glares up at me. “I hate you.”
Amused at her response, I can’t contain a chuckle. I give her a little squeeze. “Don’t say that. Aren’t you having a good time?”
Trevor raises one blond brow and stares thoughtfully at Abby. “A woman who doesn’t fall at Lukas Marlow’s feet? I like you already.”
She crosses her arms and gives me another death glare before shifting her attention to Trevor. “Hi, I’m Abby, Lukas’s…neighbor.”
Trevor nods and extends his hand, his blue eyes running leisurely over her. “Trevor.”
She shakes his outstretched hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you and Lukas work together?”
Trevor nods; holding onto her fingers a fraction longer than I think is appropriate. I frown. Jesus, I sound like my mother.
Trevor gives her a sly grin. “And what do you do, sweet Abby? Besides being neighborly?”
She bites her lower lip, her lashes fluttering a bit. “I’m an accountant.”
Trevor’s head tilts to the side, as though pondering. “Not the first profession I would have guessed.”
Something akin to confusion passes over her face, and I once again contemplate her self-perception. I’m going to get to the bottom of it. Because a woman with this much unrestrained passion should not be so convinced she’s dull. It’s unnatural. Besides checking stuff off her list, if this is something I can help her with, I will. Because it needs correction.