I didn’t know where I was—I only knew I didn’t particularly want to leave. I rolled and slid my arms around a wide chest and pressed my face against pecs that . . . wait . . . I opened my eyes, found myself staring at a chest that I’d seen before. Hell, I’d seen his bare ass before.

Startled, I sat up, breathing hard. “What happened?”

Crash grumbled something in his sleep, and I remembered how badly he reacted when woken. What the hell time was it? How long had I been out? I lifted my hand that had grabbed Jinx to see there were still red spots here and there, like tiny little stings all over my palm and fingers. But there was no swelling, no pulsing pus pockets.

That hand on my hip dug in harder, pulling me closer to him. “Go back to sleep,” he mumbled.

He pulled me down to the bed, tucking my hip in close to him, and threw a leg over mine as if to pin me there. A part of me loved it, I mean . . . he was built like a Greek god and had saved my life. The least I could give him was a nooner. I twisted around to see a clock on the bedside table. Hours had slid by while I’d been out cold. Hours we didn’t have.

But Eric was waiting, and I’d not brought food back to him as I’d promised, and what if the people hunting him had found him? Hell, I hadn’t even grabbed Gran’s book yet, and I didn’t have time now!

“Crap!” I pushed Crash off me and scrambled from the bed. Only then did I really notice that I was wearing next to nothing. Panties. That was it. Even my bra was missing. “Where are my clothes?”

The room was dim, lit by candles as it had been on my first visit, and I searched around until I found my leather pants. I yanked them on, found my bra and shirt, and was dressed in a matter of seconds. Socks, boots, bag were next. I pulled out my leather sheaths for the two knives and got those on too.

Crash mumbled something under his breath, and I couldn’t resist. I ran to his side, turned his face to me, and kissed him—on the forehead. “Thanks. For getting the hairs out.”

He blinked up at me, those lovely eyes of his clearing for just a second. “Come back to bed.”

Oh, yeah, that sleepy, sexy man didn’t know who he was talking to; I was sure of it. But I winked anyway. “Rain check. I’ve got a job to do.”

I hurried to the bedroom door and shoved it open. My muscles were wobbly as though I’d been working hard and not sleeping for hours.

“Feish,” I called out as I shoved the door open far enough to slip out.