“Internal affairs?”
He splayed his fingers, spanning the narrow width of her back. She was so small, so delicate. The contrasts between his large frame and her slender figure had him stirring again. Insane. He couldn’t let that keep happening. Not with Alice.
Not while they discussed things so awful and real.
He told himself that he would have her.
When she was ready. When he got her ready.
At the moment, Alice didn’t seem clear on what she wanted, but he wasn’t inexperienced, and unlike her, he wasn’t conflicted. He felt her nearly tactile interest every time she looked him over with those big, dark eyes.
Yes, she wanted his company so she wouldn’t be alone.
And she wanted him—as a man. Thank God.
But now was not the time to seduce her...easy as it’d probably be.
“Both offices will want to interview Lieutenant Peterson, Logan and me, the sooner the better.”
She pressed back to scowl up at him. “Are you in trouble?”
“It’s just routine. We’re not accused of any wrongdoing, but it’s smart to cover all the bases. Don’t worry about it.” Mostly he just wanted to get past it so he could get back to work.
“Officers talked to me last night.”
Damn. Of course they had. Feeling his way, he asked, “How did that go?”
“It was fine. I told them what I knew, but really, other than recognizing there was a problem and loaning a gun to your friend, I didn’t know what had happened or why.”
And yet, other than asking how everyone had fared, she didn’t pry. “I can finish explaining everything to you later, okay?”
She nodded. “You still haven’t told me how long it will be before you can return to your apartment.”
“After a couple of days, we’ll be through all the necessary tasks. Then I’ll have a company come in that specializes in cleaning...crime scenes.”
“Meaning blood and gore and such?”
He moved right past that. No reason to dwell on the nastiness. The cleaners would get done in a day, but because he figured he’d want to stay with her longer, she didn’t need to know that yet. “So, Alice Appleton, may I be your guest until my apartment is ready?”
“Yes, Reese Bareden, you may.” Head tipped back, silky hair falling behind her shoulders, she met his gaze. “And, thank you. I’m sure a few days will make all the difference. I only need a little time to—”
Reese bent down to kiss her.
He didn’t plan it, hadn’t even realized he would do it, but once he got there, with his mouth on hers, awareness reverberated throughout his system, making itself known...everywhere.
In his pants for sure, his head, as well, and maybe even in his heart.
That bothered him, so he made the decision to keep it brief, nothing more than a peck. Except that her mouth was insanely soft, and it all felt so damn right, he couldn’t help but linger. He didn’t kiss her the way he really wanted, and still it staggered him.
Her hands curled carefully against his chest, her fingertips pressing into his pecs, the telling gesture giving away so much.
She wasn’t unaffected.
Great.
Finally managing to ease back, Reese studied her closed eyes and heated skin and knew he had to go now before he took things too far.
He ran the back of his knuckles over her downy cheek. All women were soft, damn it. But somehow, with Alice, the softness seemed amplified.
Reese said, “I won’t be long.”
She still didn’t open her eyes. Instead, she swallowed, nodded and shooed him away.
That got him grinning and helped to subdue other, more disturbing reactions. Alice was the funniest and, yes, oddest woman he’d ever known. Everything about her was endearing. And a turn-on.
Somewhere in her past, she’d been taken by strangers. She’d been hurt, but he didn’t know how badly. He only knew it was enough to get her armed to the teeth, to make her wary of one and all.
Enough to have her seek a life of isolation.
Eventually he’d find out everything. For today, he’d start with a few phone calls and go from there.
One thing was certain. Until he knew if she was still in danger, he wouldn’t leave Alice Appleton unprotected. He had only planned to get clean clothes from his apartment, maybe his shaving kit, toothbrush...but, what the hell. He’d pack a bag, and until further notice, he’d be her roommate—and her shadow.
“Lock the door behind me.” And with that reminder, he walked out before he changed his mind and didn’t go at all.
CHAPTER FOUR
ALICE MISSED REESE the moment he left. Her apartment, that once felt peaceful with only her in it, now felt empty. Too quiet.
Even sort of lonely.
“Bleh.” She turned to Cash. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”
Cash gave her a sleepy yawn, wiggled a little on the couch and started thumping his tail when she walked over to rub his ears.
“I’m glad I still have you. But for how long?” She cupped his furry face and put her cheek to his head. “It breaks my heart, but you’re not really my dog. Reese loves you, so someday, if he moves or gets involved with a woman, I might not be able to see you anymore.”
Cash crawled into her lap and tried to lick her face. Dodging the majority of his sloppy affection, Alice gave a laugh that sounded far too close to a sob.
Damn it, she would not cry. God knew she had nothing to cry about. Not anymore. She controlled her life, and if things weren’t exactly as she’d like them to be, well, she had no one to blame but herself.
He splayed his fingers, spanning the narrow width of her back. She was so small, so delicate. The contrasts between his large frame and her slender figure had him stirring again. Insane. He couldn’t let that keep happening. Not with Alice.
Not while they discussed things so awful and real.
He told himself that he would have her.
When she was ready. When he got her ready.
At the moment, Alice didn’t seem clear on what she wanted, but he wasn’t inexperienced, and unlike her, he wasn’t conflicted. He felt her nearly tactile interest every time she looked him over with those big, dark eyes.
Yes, she wanted his company so she wouldn’t be alone.
And she wanted him—as a man. Thank God.
But now was not the time to seduce her...easy as it’d probably be.
“Both offices will want to interview Lieutenant Peterson, Logan and me, the sooner the better.”
She pressed back to scowl up at him. “Are you in trouble?”
“It’s just routine. We’re not accused of any wrongdoing, but it’s smart to cover all the bases. Don’t worry about it.” Mostly he just wanted to get past it so he could get back to work.
“Officers talked to me last night.”
Damn. Of course they had. Feeling his way, he asked, “How did that go?”
“It was fine. I told them what I knew, but really, other than recognizing there was a problem and loaning a gun to your friend, I didn’t know what had happened or why.”
And yet, other than asking how everyone had fared, she didn’t pry. “I can finish explaining everything to you later, okay?”
She nodded. “You still haven’t told me how long it will be before you can return to your apartment.”
“After a couple of days, we’ll be through all the necessary tasks. Then I’ll have a company come in that specializes in cleaning...crime scenes.”
“Meaning blood and gore and such?”
He moved right past that. No reason to dwell on the nastiness. The cleaners would get done in a day, but because he figured he’d want to stay with her longer, she didn’t need to know that yet. “So, Alice Appleton, may I be your guest until my apartment is ready?”
“Yes, Reese Bareden, you may.” Head tipped back, silky hair falling behind her shoulders, she met his gaze. “And, thank you. I’m sure a few days will make all the difference. I only need a little time to—”
Reese bent down to kiss her.
He didn’t plan it, hadn’t even realized he would do it, but once he got there, with his mouth on hers, awareness reverberated throughout his system, making itself known...everywhere.
In his pants for sure, his head, as well, and maybe even in his heart.
That bothered him, so he made the decision to keep it brief, nothing more than a peck. Except that her mouth was insanely soft, and it all felt so damn right, he couldn’t help but linger. He didn’t kiss her the way he really wanted, and still it staggered him.
Her hands curled carefully against his chest, her fingertips pressing into his pecs, the telling gesture giving away so much.
She wasn’t unaffected.
Great.
Finally managing to ease back, Reese studied her closed eyes and heated skin and knew he had to go now before he took things too far.
He ran the back of his knuckles over her downy cheek. All women were soft, damn it. But somehow, with Alice, the softness seemed amplified.
Reese said, “I won’t be long.”
She still didn’t open her eyes. Instead, she swallowed, nodded and shooed him away.
That got him grinning and helped to subdue other, more disturbing reactions. Alice was the funniest and, yes, oddest woman he’d ever known. Everything about her was endearing. And a turn-on.
Somewhere in her past, she’d been taken by strangers. She’d been hurt, but he didn’t know how badly. He only knew it was enough to get her armed to the teeth, to make her wary of one and all.
Enough to have her seek a life of isolation.
Eventually he’d find out everything. For today, he’d start with a few phone calls and go from there.
One thing was certain. Until he knew if she was still in danger, he wouldn’t leave Alice Appleton unprotected. He had only planned to get clean clothes from his apartment, maybe his shaving kit, toothbrush...but, what the hell. He’d pack a bag, and until further notice, he’d be her roommate—and her shadow.
“Lock the door behind me.” And with that reminder, he walked out before he changed his mind and didn’t go at all.
CHAPTER FOUR
ALICE MISSED REESE the moment he left. Her apartment, that once felt peaceful with only her in it, now felt empty. Too quiet.
Even sort of lonely.
“Bleh.” She turned to Cash. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”
Cash gave her a sleepy yawn, wiggled a little on the couch and started thumping his tail when she walked over to rub his ears.
“I’m glad I still have you. But for how long?” She cupped his furry face and put her cheek to his head. “It breaks my heart, but you’re not really my dog. Reese loves you, so someday, if he moves or gets involved with a woman, I might not be able to see you anymore.”
Cash crawled into her lap and tried to lick her face. Dodging the majority of his sloppy affection, Alice gave a laugh that sounded far too close to a sob.
Damn it, she would not cry. God knew she had nothing to cry about. Not anymore. She controlled her life, and if things weren’t exactly as she’d like them to be, well, she had no one to blame but herself.
