Okay, to be fair, she hadn't exactly been hounding him, especially when she realized that he had probably heard every word of the conversation she and Sadie had been having. I want someone to pin me down and have his way with me. At least there was no way for him to know that as she was saying the words, it was his face in her head, his silvery blue eyes glittering down at her. His tattooed arms rippling with muscle braced on the bed as he pinned her wrists with his big, rough hands. "So what did you need to talk to me about?" The place was empty but for the two of them. Molly busied herself restocking the bar while Brady took a seat on one of the bar stools. Familiar with his nightly ritual, she poured two fingers of bourbon into a highball glass and slid it in front of him. "I'm leaving." Her hand froze in the process of putting the bottle back on the shelf. "Leaving, like permanently?" He let out a rough sigh and drained half the bourbon in one swallow. "I hope not. But I might be gone awhile." Her stomach flipped over.
