Getting Rowdy. Lori Foster

behind Rowdy, her hand held in his, she worried that she might be leading trouble to his door. He could handle it, of that she had no doubt.

      But her problems were her own, and she didn’t want them dumped on him.

      Looking back again, she still saw nothing.

      “Worried someone will see you with me?” He shifted his hand to the small of her back and urged her inside.

      She was, but not for the reasons he thought. “I heard something,” she lied. She’d heard only her own turbulent thoughts.

      Taking her seriously, he glanced back, his gaze searching everywhere. A few doors down, a couple got into a car and pulled away. Across the street, three men laughed drunkenly as they made their way down the sidewalk. In the distance, a siren whined and a dog barked.

      Seeming distracted, he murmured, “The night echoes everything and makes it sound closer than it is.” After another scrutiny of the area, he turned back to her. “You don’t need to be nervous with me.”

      “If you say so.”

      The building they entered used to be a warehouse, but had since been divided into four rental units. It had a certain industrial appeal, with concrete interior walls, metal stairs and open ceilings. Overall, it suited Rowdy, being strong and sturdy like him, but also polished in a nice way.

      “I’m on the second floor.”

      Avery looked up to a huge skylight in the very high ceiling. “Wow.” Holding on to the welded handrails, she went ahead of Rowdy up the open, diamond-plate stair treads. Everywhere she looked, she saw something cool, like the exposed ductwork and pipes.

      “This way.” Rowdy took her to a thick steel door, opened several locks, pushed the heavy door open and flipped on overhead fluorescent lights.

      They stepped into a small landing above the rest of the living area. Following Rowdy down four clattering metal steps brought her to a sparse sitting area that held a worn couch and chair, one table and lamp, and a moderately sized flat screen television on an entertainment stand.

      Only the television looked new.

      Beyond that, at the far side of the room, freestanding L-shaped bookshelves formed a wall to separate the kitchen and laundry area on the left from the bed, dresser and nightstand on the right. Avery assumed the one and only closed door led to a bathroom.

      She took in the wall of tall arched windows that would overlook his bar, then to the polished wood-plank floors.

      “It was close,” Rowdy said, as if defending his choice.

      “It’s pretty impressive actually.” Especially compared to where she now lived. She touched a thick round metal support beam in the middle of the floor. “Doing a little pole dancing of your own?”

      He crossed his arms. “No, but if you feel like giving it a try, go ahead. I’ll wait.”

      She fought off a grin. “No thanks.”

      “Spoilsport.” He headed off to the kitchen area.

      Still taking in the uniqueness of his apartment, Avery said, “Know what I don’t understand?”

      “I can guess.” His boots made little noise on the thick floors. “You’re wondering why I didn’t just hook up here, instead of in my office.”

      It did make her very curious. “Wouldn’t it have been a lot more...convenient?” He had a bed at his disposal instead of a desk chair. Not that he’d let it hinder him, from what she’d seen.

      “Probably,” he agreed. “But I didn’t want her in my place.” He flipped a switch and more light spilled from the kitchen.

      Avery realized that not only could he see his bar, but now, with the bright lights on inside, anyone on the street would be able to see him, too. She made sure to stay out of view. “Why not?”

      From the counter, he lifted a set of keys. “I’m private, that’s why.”

      Unbelievable. “You could have been a lot more private here than in your office!” While Avery found his living space pretty awesome, it was bare-bones, not a single personal item on display. No photos, not even of his sister. That disappointed her. She’d never met Pepper, and she was very curious.

      He did have a nice display of books on his bookshelves.

      “I told you, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up.” He returned to her, the keys jangling in his hand. “This is the first permanent place I’ve had. Before this, it was rotating motel rooms. If I took a woman there, no big deal because by the next day I’d be gone.”

      So no woman would be able to track him down? That attitude concerned her, but wondering where he’d moved, and why, took precedence. “Gone where?”

      “It’s a long story.” He tried to steer her back to the stairs.

      Avery held on to the pole, resisting him.

      He eyed her, worked his jaw and said, “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

      This might be her best chance to get insight into his background. How could she pass that up? “Is it a big secret?” she teased. “Were you on the run from the law? Dodging child support? A transient?”

      Rowdy narrowed his eyes—and stalked toward her. “On the run, yeah. But not from the law.”

      “Seriously?” That so surprised her that it took her a moment to see that particular look in his eyes. She’d only seen it a few times—right before he’d kissed her. One of those times happened while hiding him in a storage closet at the bar because a gang of ruffians wanted to take him apart.

      Since then, he’d only stolen a kiss or two—and she always craved more. Dangerous.

      But maybe that incident was indicative of his life. “Do you always have people after you?”

      “Often enough.”

      He said that without jest! Hastily, Avery back-stepped behind the pole, considered going farther, but really, where did she have to go? The couch was against the wall, the chair too far away....

      Catching her wrist and pulling her around to him, Rowdy said softly, “Don’t run from me.”

      “I wasn’t.” But her heart pumped as if she’d been on a five-minute sprint.

      With the back of one finger, he caressed the pulse in her throat. “Fibber.”

      “I’m not afraid of you.” Whatever secrets Rowdy had in his history, he wasn’t a threat to her. She’d known dishonorable men, and she knew Rowdy was different. “Maybe you’re the one who should stop running.”

      “From you?”

      Was she chasing him? Mmm...pretty much. Until now, she just hadn’t realized it. “Yes.”

      His gaze warmed. “I don’t run from anyone.”

      Knowing it would spur him on, she whispered, “Good.”

      But when he started to pull her against him, she flattened both hands to his chest.

      He drew in a breath. “No?”

      Disappointment kept her voice low. “You were with another woman just this morning.”

      He looked struck, almost like he’d forgotten. “Yeah, sorry.” Releasing her, he stepped away. “Guess for a woman like you, that puts a damper on things?”

      For other women it wouldn’t? She curled her lip. “Yeah, afraid so.” But she wished it was otherwise. “Why were you on the run?”

      Resigned, he said, “It had nothing to do with dodging my duty, so forget that.”

      “No little Rowdys running around?”

      “Hell, no. I’m always careful, but if it