pickpocketing. He’d needed to. But he didn’t want to abuse her trust.
Which was only one more example of his weird new “moral” behavior. Hell. If he didn’t let off some steam soon . . .
“I’m going out.” Shane stood amid the cast-off shopping bags. “I’ll be back”—he gestured ambiguously—“later.”
“Good idea.” Lizzy glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Go grab a drink or something. Maybe it’ll loosen you up.”
He gritted his teeth. “I don’t need to be loose.”
“Of course not.” His assistant stifled a rare grin. Then she waved a book toward the door. “I’ll let myself out when I’m done. You go party. Show the Rose City who’s boss. Go crazy.”
Go crazy . That wasn’t a bad idea, it occurred to Shane suddenly. If he did go crazy, at least for tonight, maybe he’d force out all the unwanted sentimentality and spontaneous smiling he’d been plagued with since arriving in Portland.
Starting tomorrow, he needed to bring his A-game. He needed to be the hard-as-nails fixer he’d always been. He needed to be tough, not transfixed by those damn rosebushes. That meant he had one night to unleash all the atypically sunshiny impulses he’d been feeling and get them out of his system. Once and for freaking all. He had one night to let himself feel . . . everything .
“You won’t let me smoke, but getting hammered is A-OK?”
Lizzy shrugged. “I’m complicated and mysterious.”
“You’re nonsensical and demanding.”
“You love it, and you know it.”
He did. Not in a romantic way, but he did. He loved Lizzy. In a sense, she was the little sister Shane had never had.
He’d rather be dunked in hot coffee like a gigantic Voodoo Donut than admit it. So . . . “I should love it. I pay you enough.”
At that, his assistant winked at him. “I want a raise.”
“Get me through this Portland job. You can have it.”
“I’d like those odds . . . if you weren’t so antsy.”
“After tonight, I won’t be. I promise.” Shane stopped at his apartment’s peninsula, then picked up a book. “Heads up.”
He tossed it to Lizzy. She peered at its spine.
Her eyes widened. “ Where did you find this?”
“You know. Around.” Vaguely, Shane shrugged. “Don’t shelve that one. Take it home with you.” Lizzy had rented herself an apartment down the hall. He hadn’t seen it. “It’s for you.”
“I should hope so!” Awestruck, his assistant hugged the book. It was so threadbare that its leather cover was cracked in multiple places. “I’ve been searching for this book forever!” Her admiring gaze met his. “It’s very rare. Bordering on just being a rumor. I didn’t even think you knew I wanted it.”
He gave an offhanded wave. “You mentioned it once.”
“Sure, I did. In passing. Nine months ago!”
“Yeah. It took me a while to find it.” Shane glanced away from her, toward his bedroom at the end of the hall. He needed to change clothes before going out. Tonight, at least, he didn’t want to look like . . . himself. “Be careful with that book. Don’t light it on fire with those cigarettes you stole from me.”
Lizzy gave him an uncomfortably fond look. “Just when I think I’ve got you down pat, you go and surprise me.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Shane shrugged out of his typical black suit coat. He dropped it on his sofa, right next to his better judgment. “I’ll be back to being a badass tomorrow.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Her skepticism bugged him. It made getting away and forcing out all his unwanted vulnerability feel twice as urgent.
“Program a few cab numbers into my phone.” Shane whipped off his tie. He started unfastening his shirt buttons. “Taxis are scarce around here, and I don’t plan to be cognizant later.”
“Yes, boss.” Lizzy saluted him with her free hand. “Shall I set up a full contingent of hangover cures for you, too?”
“Can’t hurt.” But unexpected spontaneity sure as hell could .