“Hey,” I whispered, and his head turned to me.

His mouth was twitching before he noted, “I take it you filled in your posse.”

“Uh…” I mumbled.

His lip twitch became a grin. He planted a hand on my belly and shoved me inside as he entered.

“Hey, guys!” I called in order not to be rude.

“Be smart!” Martha shouted back, clearly not feeling the need not to be rude, for her words could have only one meaning and Brock firmly shut the door.

Well, I guess that conversation was over.

I looked up at him. He was still grinning.

Damn.

“You get beer?” he asked and I nodded.

He left me at the door and walked through my living room to the kitchen in the back.

I went to the window and saw that Martha and Elvira were conferring.

The good news was, if there was a way to buy explosives and fuses on the Internet, they had not had time to send in their order and receive it. The other good news was, unless you had contacts in the criminal underworld or with mercenaries or the like, such items were not available on the open market. I knew Martha had no such contacts. Elvira was a wildcard.

The bad news was, for Martha to have so much drama in her life, that meant she was a creative person and I figured Elvira was too. And I didn’t think this was good.

“Babe, you want one?” I heard Brock call, and I called back, “No,” as I kept watching the terrible twosome plotting outside.

Apparently I did this long enough for Brock to pop the cap on a cold one and return to me, for suddenly my blinds were snapped shut.

I blinked at the closed blinds. Then I turned to him just in time to watch him lean in to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the sofa.

He sat.

Then he did what he used to do. That was, tug me down so I was sitting astride him.

Brock liked to talk like this and I couldn’t say I hated it. In fact, I liked it. There was an intimacy to it that was nice, a connection that felt good and, I had to admit, it was comfy.

And as I said, he was touchy. I always thought it was a little weird, but in a good way, that this tough, rough, wild man liked closeness so much and so often. I thought it said a lot about him and all of it was good.

Now I wasn’t so sure.

He took a drag off his beer, his silver eyes not leaving my face.