All She Wants...: Oh, Naughty Night! / Nice & Naughty / Under Wraps. Leslie Kelly
might be wrong. “Give me a break. I’m sure there’s something dirty going on there, I just know it. But it’s taking me a while to find it.”
Chaz came to a sudden stop, turning to look at her. He suddenly remembered his conversation with his mystery woman, who’d talked about having a job just like that one. There couldn’t be that many of those types of NGOs in Washington, could there?
He might have found a solid clue in tracking her down.
“I’m interested in hearing more,” he said, meaning it. “Sit with me at the bar and tell me everything you’ve uncovered, okay?”
Tonia licked her lips as she slid her arm in his and they resumed walking. Something about her expression sent a warning through his brain. God, he hoped she didn’t think he was just making excuses to be with her, in hopes of reviving their fling.
Because his mystery witch suddenly seemed more within reach than ever. Which put a spring in his step and an anticipatory smile on his face.
When they got to the bar, the group spread out, taking up several tables. Everyone ordered beers and sandwiches, chatting loudly and making plans for the spring season. As promised, he sat with Tonia, feeling her out for information on the NGO she was researching, which was called Hands Across The Waters. He took mental notes, determined to research the group as soon as he got home. They might have a staff directory on their website, might even have pictures. He could feel himself edging closer and closer to solving the mystery.
But even as she filled him in, he kept glancing at a table by the door, where Lulu sat with Darrell, and a new arrival. Schaefer, who didn’t play kickball, or do much of anything except pluck the strings of a guitar, had joined in. Apparently he was friends with one of the other players, who’d invited him to come over.
Lulu looked as pleased as punch to be sitting between the two men, both of whom were chatting her up. Honestly, Chaz had never seen Schaefer so animated. Or Darrell appearing so innocent.
“So, this Lulu chick,” Tonia said with a frown, “I take it you know her?”
He tore his attention off the trio at the other table. “What?”
“Come on, you haven’t taken your eyes off her since the two of you got to the game.”
“We go back a ways. Grew up together.”
“Ah. So you feel brotherly, huh? Because you looked like you wanted to go over there and rip Darrell’s arm off when he put it around her.”
“He’s so sleazy,” Chaz said, his jaw tightening. And the very idea that he felt brotherly toward Lulu was just ridiculous.
“I don’t know, I always thought he was pretty hot, and that he’d straighten up for the right woman.” Tonia toyed with the condensation on her glass. “Maybe he thinks she’s the one?”
That thought just made Chaz’s annoyance increase. He couldn’t help grumbling, “That booth’s plenty big, he did not need to put his arm around her and pull her closer to make room for Schaefer.” He took another gulp of his beer. “And is there any reason Schaefer couldn’t have sat across from her, rather than next to her?”
“There’s another guy sitting across from her.”
“What sense does that make, three on one side of the table, one on the other?”
His companion sighed deeply. “How long ago did you two break up?”
He almost spit out his mouthful of beer. “Lulu and I have never been a couple.”
She didn’t appear convinced. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
“No, seriously. She is the last woman in the world I’d even think about getting involved with.”
“Right.”
“She was the bane of my childhood. Our parents are best friends—they went through hell when my sister and Lulu’s brother made the mistake of getting involved and then breaking up. I’d never put any of us through that again.”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” said Tonia, lifting her own drink. Before she sipped it, she added, “But remember that old adage about the guy who protested too much? Well, look in the mirror, dude. ’Cause that’s you.”
He wasn’t quite ready to admit that her reporter instincts were spot on. But before he could even open his mouth, he got a glimpse under the other table and saw Darrell drop a hand onto Lulu’s thigh and squeeze it. He was up out of his seat, a growl on his lips, before his brain even engaged.
Fortunately, he came to his senses. Or, Lulu came to hers. She immediately asked Schaefer to get out of the way and removed herself from Darrell’s obnoxious grip. Giving him a withering glare that would reduce any guy to a tiny kernel of male ego, she excused herself and headed toward the back of the place, obviously looking for the ladies’ room.
Schaefer made some kind of comment to Darrell, then got up and followed Lulu.
Chaz didn’t think about it. Something wouldn’t let him sit back down and allow Lulu to handle her own affairs. Mumbling an excuse to Tonia, he strode across the place, toward the hallway through which the others had disappeared.
Schaefer was hovering around outside the ladies’ room door.
“Is there a line?” Chaz asked, nodding toward the men’s.
The guy flushed and swallowed. “Oh, uh, no, go ahead.”
He crossed his arms and jutted out his jaw. “You first.”
Unable or unwilling to admit he’d been stalking Lulu, the other man ducked into the men’s room, leaving Chaz alone in the dark, shadowy corridor. He stood there just long enough to ask himself what the hell he was doing when the ladies’ room door opened and Lulu stepped out.
“Oh, Chaz! You startled me.”
“Are you all right?”
She nodded, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a little messy from the game. Her cheeks were high with color, her eyes bright, yet, altogether, she looked about as good as he’d ever seen her.
She affected him, deep inside, as all his protective instincts combined with his most covetous ones. He wanted to shield her from some horny guy because she deserved better...but also, he suddenly realized, because he wanted her for himself!
It was totally insane and unacceptable. Sure, he might have been flirting with her this past week to make her sweat, but he’d never intended it to go this far.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to just walk away and pretend he didn’t care about what had happened.
“I’m fine, thanks.”
“Is the pig bothering you?”
“Who?”
“Darrell. I saw him touch you.”
Her lips tightened. “And you felt the need to, what, play overprotective older brother? I’m not Sarah, you know.”
“The guy’s a creep.”
“I’m a big girl.”
“I’m just giving you fair warning. You can’t trust him.”
“You think the third grope under the table didn’t tip me off to that?”
Steam built in his head. “Third? He groped you three times? I only noticed him touch your leg.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s not surprising. I mean, how could you have been paying close attention to what I was doing when you were so busy trying to score with that ditzy blonde who’s been hanging all over you?”
It was his turn to gape in surprise. “What?”
“Come on, Chaz, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” she said,