“That’s me. Everyone around here knows I’m a concerned neighbor. Gotta go make a call.” Tex put his big hand on top of my head. “You did good, for a girl, didn’t puke or nothin’.”

“Thanks Tex,” I said on a shaky smile not quite sure that was a compliment but willing to accept it as one all the same.

Tex ambled off and Lee dragged me to a Mercedes sedan. He’d hit a button on his cell phone and was waiting for it to ring through.

“Lee…” I said.

He pulled me to a stop at the passenger side, opened the door and pushed me in. He stood in the opening of the door while his call was picked up. I sat in the car too freaked out by the dead body to fume at him pushing me around.

“Hank, a call’s gonna come into 911 soon. I need to talk to you about it.” Pause. “Yeah.” Then he disconnected.

Lee slammed my door and got in on the driver’s side of the car.

I turned to him. “I have a car here, it’s my neighbor’s, my bag’s in there, I have to –”

Lee held up a hand and I stopped talking.

“What you have to do is keep your mouth shut until we get back to the condo so I can take that time to talk myself out of strangling you.”

Yikes.

I felt it prudent to do as he requested. I’d had a rough couple of days, I didn’t want it to end in strangulation. And anyway, Lee was such a badass, even if it didn’t end in strangulation, he might come up with some more creative punishment.

Lee didn’t say word one until we were in his condo. He dragged me by the arm into the bedroom, pulled out a drawer and threw me a t-shirt.

“Get ready for bed,” he said to me.

I immediately saw red.

It was not surprising. I wasn’t one of his boys, I wasn’t one of the troops, I wasn’t a child, he couldn’t tell me what to do. I’d had a tough night, I’d seen a dead body, for goodness sake!

I was willing to give him some leeway with his being pushy when I was in the vicinity of said dead body but this was too much.

“No!” I snapped. “Stop telling me what to do. I want to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want –”

I didn’t say any more because Lee came at me, I backed up and slammed against the wall. Lee’s body came up against mine and he bent his face so he was nose-to-nose with me.

“You want your Dad to see crime scene photos of you, dead, sitting on that sweet ass of yours with your brains splattered against the wall?”

Yikes.

My stomach lurched and my legs went weak.

“No.”

“Then this ends tonight.”

I stared at him.

“Indy, by God, if you don’t promise me –”

“Of course it ends tonight! I just saw a dead body! You can’t think I’m that stupid.”

His face said he thought I was that stupid.

“Lee! Rosie’s my friend. He’s out there, somewhere. And they’re not only looking for him, they’re looking for Duke. And now they’re killing people.”

“I’ll find him and I’ll find Duke.”

We looked at each other for what seemed like days. His brown eyes were hard and angry. I tried to tell myself that all his anger wasn’t directed at me but I was having trouble believing it.

My gaze slid away. “I couldn’t have known I was going to find that tonight,” I whispered.

“I told you these were bad guys.”

My gaze slid back.

“What kind of job do you do that you know about this shit?”

He shook his head. He’d moved back an inch so we weren’t nose-to-nose anymore but he was still close.

“Un-unh, you aren’t gonna make this about me.”

I moved out from between him and the wall and I stomped to the bathroom on my favorite parting line.

“Whatever.”

I brushed my teeth with what now seemed like my toothbrush which was cozily resting next to Lee’s.

I tried not to think of my day’s plan of not ending up in Lee’s car, company, condo or bed, all of which I’d failed to do. I tried not to think of Tim Shubert, dead and smelly and left to rot in his house while his neighbors worried about him. I tried not to think of Rosie or Duke in a similar position either now or later. I tried not to think of Tod and Stevie’s car, which I had left outside a crime scene. I tried not to think of what a f**k up I was or how Lee could move around in these situations so casually, without blinking an eye.

I got undressed and put his t-shirt on. It was huge on me and had a Night Stalkers insignia emblazoned across the chest. Too big, I was going to get tangled up in it the way I slept but I wasn’t going to tell Lee that.

Plus, it was a f**king cool shirt.

I walked into the bedroom, about to dump my clothes on my bag, which I’d left on the floor, when I saw my bag was missing.

“Where’s my bag?” I asked Lee as he walked into the room, coming toward me. I dumped my clothes on an armchair.

“Judy unpacked you,” Lee replied, still coming toward me, he grabbed my wrist and walked me toward the bed.

“Judy?” I asked, not paying much attention because I was thinking of being “unpacked”, my clothes hanging next to Lee’s. My undies in a drawer. My toothbrush next to his. My body in his bed. How did this happen so fast? It had only been two days, for God’s sake! Whatever happened to taking it slow?

“My housekeeper.”

“You have a housekeeper?” I was shocked he had a housekeeper. I was shocked that I was kind of living with a man who I didn’t know had a housekeeper. I was shocked that I was kind of living with a man, period, dot, the end, much less that man being Lee.

He pushed me gently and I fell back on the bed and finally realized where I was and what he was doing.

“Lee –”

Then he moved fast, he pulled my wrist over my head, leaned into me, I heard a snap and ratchet, then I heard another snap and ratchet.

Then I was handcuffed to his bed.

“What the hell!” I yelled.

I was on my back, my left arm over my head and cuffed to one of the slats in the headboard of Lee’s mission-style bed. Lee was leaning over me.

“I’m goin’ out and I’m makin’ sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

“You can’t leave me handcuffed to your bed! What if there’s a fire, a break in?”

He shook his head, pushed away from me and got off the bed.

“I won’t do anything stupid,” I told him, my voice just this side of seriously pissed off saying clearly that the first stupid thing I’d do when he let me go was kill him.