kids again. Besides, the kids have had enough change. Itâs their home and they shouldnât have to move. For the past two years, itâs been the only constant in their life.â
Luna sounded so set on leaving, something close to desperation crept in on Joe. He shrugged it off and scowled. âWhat about your life here? Your job with Tamara, your friends, your family?â What about me? He didnât say it out loud, and even thinking it made his guts cramp. But damn it, he wanted to matter to her a little.
Her shrug was negligent, unconcerned. âMy family is already scattered around the country, and weâve never been close. Believe me, it wonât matter to them what I do.â
âNo?â The idea of relatives not caring seemed alien to Joe, but then he came from a big, close family. That thought brought another, and he realized he really didnât know much about Lunaâs background.
Luna shook her head but didnât elaborate. âI can find work anywhere, and I can always visit Tamara and Zane and the others.â
Disgruntled, Joe rolled his eyes. Obviously, the thought of being out of his reach didnât distress her one iota. But heâd find a way to change her mind about that. âSo whatâs my role in this? You want me to beat the shit out of anyone giving the kids a hard time? Will I need to hurt anyone?â
Luna looked amused by his offer. âGive it up, Joe, because Iâm not buying it.â
âWhat?â His innocent act was a bit rusty, but he thought heâd pulled it off.
âZane already warned me that youâd say something stupid like that. He said you take every opportunity to exaggerate your own reputation.â
Zane ruined all his fun. But Joe still remembered a time when Zane had accused him of being a hit man, so apparently heâd bought into the reputation at least a little. Joe grinned. âSo what is my role?â
âI just want you there for backup and to intimidate the more aggressive people.â Luna looked him over, her gaze lingering on his chest, his shoulders. Her eyes warmed and her brows lifted in feminine approval. âEven battered and bruised and moaning with every other breath, I canât imagine too many people dumb enough to take you on.â
Joe gave a wolfish grin. âYet you never hesitate.â
Affronted by the suggestion that she might be dumb, Luna said, âI believe Iâve avoided you.â
Joe subtly kicked the sheet lower. Apparently, not subtly enough because her eyes shifted, then stayed glued to his abdomen. âAvoided me?â he asked, to keep her from noticing that heâd noticed her looking. âSo that wasnât you with me in the dark hallway at Zaneâs wedding, kissing me and clawing my back and arching up against me andââ
She was off the bed in a flash. âA touch of modesty wouldnât hurt, you know.â
âModesty is for wimps.â He kicked the sheet farther away. It couldnât go any lower without baring him completely.
Being a stubborn witch, Luna refused to look. âAll right. So, I kissed you. It was a momentary lack of sanity.â
Joe nodded in mock sympathy. âI have that effect on a lot of women.â
Her eyes got glassy with her determination to stay on northerly ground. âWhich is why I came to my senses and walked away.â
It gave Joe a lot of satisfaction to point out one irrefutable fact. âBut youâre back.â
âOnly out of necessity.â As if she couldnât help herself, her gaze flicked over him. Her breath caught; her cheeks warmed. Softly, she said, âThereâs no denying it, Joe. Youâd be a treat. But I donât intend to be one more notch on your bedpost.â
So, he was a treat, was he? A few of his aches diminished beneath the rush of pain-numbing lust. âI understand completely,â he soothed. âThereâs no reason