Left for Dead?. Lewis Goodall
more I talk to you, I think you were after Bobby.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
She toyed with her scalloped potatoes. “You’re not concerned?”
“Why should I be? Bobby was taking care of himself long before I was born.”
Roxie fought to keep the truth behind her sealed lips, but she wanted to tell him. She wanted to blurt out everything.
“Would you stop looking at me like that?” he asked without ever looking away from the food on his plate.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“Is there another shoe, Ike? I mean, what’s in this for you?”
He smiled that wonderful, sensual smile and Roxie fought to ignore its erotic pull. “I have my own personal reasons.”
“What—”
He held up a finger and shook his head. “Hence the word personal, remember?”
“Fair enough.”
Ike found it a little surprising that she was willing to drop the issue so easily. He didn’t think she was particularly fair-minded enough for that. But the fact that she did let it go suited his purpose just fine. He had no diplomatic way of explaining to her that he knew with complete certainty that she would be his next lover.
He’d known that since before her salad plate was taken away. But first, he had to discover what her aversion to Bobby was all about. He instinctively knew that would be the greatest stepping stone between them.
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