was as nice as the one from the front.
He caught her looking when he came back. She didnât pretend to be embarrassed. He frowned, settling into his chair.
âIâm not on the menu,â he said. âIn case you were hoping for dessert.â
Monica burst into laughter. âOh. Was I that obvious?â
âNo, actually, youâre not obvious at all.â He sat back in his chair and gave her a look so stern it made her sit back, too.
âErm,â she said finally when it was clear that was all he was going to say. âSorry?â
Jordan swiped at his mouth with a paper napkin and flung it down, then got up to pace a little bit. âI mean, what the hell was last night?â
Before she could answer, not that she had any clue what to say, heâd turned on his heel and stalked over to her. He shouldâve been intimidatingâand he was, or he would be if she hadnât faced actual monsters, not just some guy with his boxers in a twist. When he leaned to get in her face, though, she did pull back a little.
âI thought you were in trouble,â he snapped.
âSo you figured youâd save me?â Monica snapped back. âWell, thatâs noble and all, but I promise you, I can take care of myself.â
âIâve seen what that thing can do. You havenât, not firsthand.â
She put a hand on his bare chest, no longer sweaty. Heâd taste like salt, she thought. And fuck, that made her want to lick him.
âIâve seen other things, Jordan. Iâm not a shrinking flowerââ
His hands gripped her upper arms, tight. She was up and out of the chair before she knew it. She thought he meant to kiss her, and she was already opening her mouth for it, but instead, he shook his head. His dark hair had fallen over his eyes.
âThe next thing I know, youâve got me fucking you,â he said in a low, rumbling voice. âAnd thatâs it. Nothing after that. Not a damned word about it, all day long.â
âI made you dinner,â Monica whispered, torn between being flattered he was so upset and apologetic for so unexpectedly hurting his feelings.
Jordan let her go and stepped back. He was still breathing hard. Light flashed in his eyes. He turned away from her, shoulders hunched. Fists clenched.
âWhy are you even here?â he muttered. âItâs ridiculous. DiNero has too much fucking money.â
That stung. Monica rubbed at her arms where his fingers had left marks. âLook, I know what I do must seem crazy. But really, there are things out there that people refuse to see.â
He swung around to look at her, brows furrowed, mouth curled into a sneer. âSure. Like a goat sucker?â
âAmong others. Yes. You work with animalsâis it so hard for you to imagine that there are creatures we donât know about?â She put her hands on her hips. âSomething came through that wall. Multiple times. Something killed those animals. And something, if we donât figure out what the hell it is, will come back again and again and continue until everything in this zoo is dead, probably including the people. Because it can, Jordan. It simply fucking can.â
âKeeping the animals safe is my job. Not yours.â
âYeah, well, DiNero hired me to figure out what it is, okay? So once I do that, I can tell you what to do to keep them safe. My crew can come in and hunt it down, and if DiNero wants it alive, maybe we can even figure out how to tell you to take care of it. Iâm sorry I stepped on your toes, if I did. And Iâm sorry about last night... No, fuck that,â she amended. âIâm not sorry about last night. I needed you, and you were there. Iâm glad you were. Believe it or not, I appreciated it.â
âGreat. So I did you a favor?â Jordanâs scowl twisted further.
She stepped closer to him. He backed up. She took another. This time, he