“I’m very glad you’re enjoying our arrangement so far,” he continued. “I’d hate to think you were disappointed.”
“You know I’m not,” I said. I paused as I gathered my thoughts. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Tyler Sharp. Sometimes it feels like you’ve turned me inside out.”
“All I’ve done is looked at you.” His low voice sent shivers through me. “And gone after what I’ve seen.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been a prude or a wallflower. But until you …”
“What?”
“Sex was just scratching an itch. A very nice, satisfying scratch, but still just an itch.”
“And with me?” He trailed his fingers up my arm. “What is it with me?”
“Exciting,” I said, and saw the pleasure bloom on his face.
“And you do like an adventure.”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking about the night. “I guess I do.” I liked him, too. And more than just for sex. He felt like he fit, and the feeling was somehow both scary and very, very sweet.
He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me close. “But that’s not too much of a discovery for you, is it? No one becomes a cop for the paperwork.”
“Excitement in the field isn’t the same as excitement in bed.”
“Point taken. I know how I got you in my bed. How did you get in the field?”
I cocked my head, not understanding.
“I mean, Detective. Why did you become a cop? And don’t just tell me you wanted to serve truth, justice, and the American way. I want the deeper reason.”
“It’s in my blood,” I said, giving him a true answer, though not the real one. “My dad’s been in law enforcement since he got out of high school—me, too,” I added.
“All right. I’ll buy that. But what else?”
“What makes you think there’s something else?”
“I don’t think,” he said. “I know.”
“Oh?”
He held me close as he looked at me, his hand sliding beneath his T-shirt to stroke my back. “I know how to see into people, Sloane. It’s a skill I learned a long time ago. How to know when they’re telling the truth. When they’re lying. When they truly care about something, or when they’re just faking it. It’s an art, reading people, and it’s one I’m especially skilled at. One that’s paid off for me over and over. And when I say that someone is holding back on me, I promise you can take it as gospel.”
“Those sound like the kind of skills a grifter would develop. A con artist. A swindler.”
“Or a businessman who wants to read his competitors. To judge their offers and have an edge in negotiations.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Or are you saying that all businessmen are swindlers?”
“I’m saying that you’re very good at what you do. Whatever you do.”
“I’m flattered. And I’m still curious.” He pulled away from me, making me feel cold and suddenly alone, then took my hand as we continued walking through the park.
“What are you not telling me? Please,” he added gently. “I would really like to know.”
I drew in a breath. The truth was, I wanted to tell him. Yes, I knew that I would have to walk away from this man eventually. And yes, I knew that it would be all the harder if I shared my secrets, my fears, my emotions.
But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t a question of smart, but a question of heart. And I wanted Tyler to see into mine.
“Have you heard of Harvey Grier?”
It took him a moment, and then he nodded slowly. “I think so. Baseball player, right? Found shot right as his career was really taking off.”
“He was my stepfather.”
“I see.” Two simple words, and yet they suggested so much. And I both feared and hoped that he really did see. “Did they ever find who killed him?”
“No,” I said. “No, they didn’t.”
“He beat you,” Tyler said softly, and I saw understanding bloom in his face. “Tied you up and beat you.”
I looked away, not ready to see the pity in his eyes. “No, not me. My mother. Well, he tied us both up,” I explained, my voice flat. “But he never beat me. He just made me watch. He said my time was coming.”
“You must be very glad he’s dead.” Tyler’s voice was low and hard. “If I’d known you then, I would have killed him myself.”
I drew in a breath, thinking that was the most perfect thing anyone had ever said to me. And also thinking that I couldn’t say those words aloud. Not and continue to be the person I thought I was. The cop I thought I’d become.
“I am glad,” I said instead. “But he’s dead because the system messed up. I tried to get that bastard arrested, but the cops were too starry-eyed.” I dropped down to the grass and stretched out my legs. “I would have kept trying, but someone blew him away first.”
“So you became a cop to fix the system.”
“I became a cop because I believe in the system. Harvey Grier should be spending a long life rotting in jail. Dead, and it’s just over.”
He joined me on the ground, his hand on my thigh. As always with Tyler’s touch, I felt the heat of connection. But this time it was warm and calm and gentle. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry you had to live through that.”
“But I did live through it,” I said. “So I guess that’s a win.”
“What about your mom? She must have been relieved to be free of that asshole.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I would have thought so. But she shut herself off. Closed herself up. And—” I shook my head. “She just sort of checked out of herself. Just drifted. Never really settled.” I licked my lips. “And then she died. Two years ago. Cancer.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me, too. I thought—I thought that once he was gone she would have been happy, you know? Alive again. But she never was.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and turned away, not wanting to see his face through the red curtain of my memories. “Sometimes I think that if they’d arrested him instead, if there had been a trial, she would have been able to deal with it. They’d have gotten her counseling for the abuse, right? As it was, she was just a minor celebrity’s widow. She never told anyone about the abuse, and no one helped her. I tried, but I was still just a kid. If the system had worked the way it was supposed to, then maybe she—”
I cut myself off, biting my lower lip. “She was a good woman. Fragile, but good. She didn’t know how to get herself out of a bad situation, and she did everything she could to protect me from him. But after I—after he was killed, she rolled into herself. I lost her.”
He tucked a finger under my chin and turned my head to face him. “I’ve never seen you in action, but I’ve asked enough questions to know that you’re a good cop. So you have to know that the system isn’t perfect. It isn’t even close.”
“It evens out,” I said. “Justice finds a way.”
“Does it?”
“You know I’m not,” I said. I paused as I gathered my thoughts. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Tyler Sharp. Sometimes it feels like you’ve turned me inside out.”
“All I’ve done is looked at you.” His low voice sent shivers through me. “And gone after what I’ve seen.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been a prude or a wallflower. But until you …”
“What?”
“Sex was just scratching an itch. A very nice, satisfying scratch, but still just an itch.”
“And with me?” He trailed his fingers up my arm. “What is it with me?”
“Exciting,” I said, and saw the pleasure bloom on his face.
“And you do like an adventure.”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking about the night. “I guess I do.” I liked him, too. And more than just for sex. He felt like he fit, and the feeling was somehow both scary and very, very sweet.
He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me close. “But that’s not too much of a discovery for you, is it? No one becomes a cop for the paperwork.”
“Excitement in the field isn’t the same as excitement in bed.”
“Point taken. I know how I got you in my bed. How did you get in the field?”
I cocked my head, not understanding.
“I mean, Detective. Why did you become a cop? And don’t just tell me you wanted to serve truth, justice, and the American way. I want the deeper reason.”
“It’s in my blood,” I said, giving him a true answer, though not the real one. “My dad’s been in law enforcement since he got out of high school—me, too,” I added.
“All right. I’ll buy that. But what else?”
“What makes you think there’s something else?”
“I don’t think,” he said. “I know.”
“Oh?”
He held me close as he looked at me, his hand sliding beneath his T-shirt to stroke my back. “I know how to see into people, Sloane. It’s a skill I learned a long time ago. How to know when they’re telling the truth. When they’re lying. When they truly care about something, or when they’re just faking it. It’s an art, reading people, and it’s one I’m especially skilled at. One that’s paid off for me over and over. And when I say that someone is holding back on me, I promise you can take it as gospel.”
“Those sound like the kind of skills a grifter would develop. A con artist. A swindler.”
“Or a businessman who wants to read his competitors. To judge their offers and have an edge in negotiations.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Or are you saying that all businessmen are swindlers?”
“I’m saying that you’re very good at what you do. Whatever you do.”
“I’m flattered. And I’m still curious.” He pulled away from me, making me feel cold and suddenly alone, then took my hand as we continued walking through the park.
“What are you not telling me? Please,” he added gently. “I would really like to know.”
I drew in a breath. The truth was, I wanted to tell him. Yes, I knew that I would have to walk away from this man eventually. And yes, I knew that it would be all the harder if I shared my secrets, my fears, my emotions.
But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t a question of smart, but a question of heart. And I wanted Tyler to see into mine.
“Have you heard of Harvey Grier?”
It took him a moment, and then he nodded slowly. “I think so. Baseball player, right? Found shot right as his career was really taking off.”
“He was my stepfather.”
“I see.” Two simple words, and yet they suggested so much. And I both feared and hoped that he really did see. “Did they ever find who killed him?”
“No,” I said. “No, they didn’t.”
“He beat you,” Tyler said softly, and I saw understanding bloom in his face. “Tied you up and beat you.”
I looked away, not ready to see the pity in his eyes. “No, not me. My mother. Well, he tied us both up,” I explained, my voice flat. “But he never beat me. He just made me watch. He said my time was coming.”
“You must be very glad he’s dead.” Tyler’s voice was low and hard. “If I’d known you then, I would have killed him myself.”
I drew in a breath, thinking that was the most perfect thing anyone had ever said to me. And also thinking that I couldn’t say those words aloud. Not and continue to be the person I thought I was. The cop I thought I’d become.
“I am glad,” I said instead. “But he’s dead because the system messed up. I tried to get that bastard arrested, but the cops were too starry-eyed.” I dropped down to the grass and stretched out my legs. “I would have kept trying, but someone blew him away first.”
“So you became a cop to fix the system.”
“I became a cop because I believe in the system. Harvey Grier should be spending a long life rotting in jail. Dead, and it’s just over.”
He joined me on the ground, his hand on my thigh. As always with Tyler’s touch, I felt the heat of connection. But this time it was warm and calm and gentle. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry you had to live through that.”
“But I did live through it,” I said. “So I guess that’s a win.”
“What about your mom? She must have been relieved to be free of that asshole.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I would have thought so. But she shut herself off. Closed herself up. And—” I shook my head. “She just sort of checked out of herself. Just drifted. Never really settled.” I licked my lips. “And then she died. Two years ago. Cancer.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me, too. I thought—I thought that once he was gone she would have been happy, you know? Alive again. But she never was.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and turned away, not wanting to see his face through the red curtain of my memories. “Sometimes I think that if they’d arrested him instead, if there had been a trial, she would have been able to deal with it. They’d have gotten her counseling for the abuse, right? As it was, she was just a minor celebrity’s widow. She never told anyone about the abuse, and no one helped her. I tried, but I was still just a kid. If the system had worked the way it was supposed to, then maybe she—”
I cut myself off, biting my lower lip. “She was a good woman. Fragile, but good. She didn’t know how to get herself out of a bad situation, and she did everything she could to protect me from him. But after I—after he was killed, she rolled into herself. I lost her.”
He tucked a finger under my chin and turned my head to face him. “I’ve never seen you in action, but I’ve asked enough questions to know that you’re a good cop. So you have to know that the system isn’t perfect. It isn’t even close.”
“It evens out,” I said. “Justice finds a way.”
“Does it?”
