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Authors: Jennie Marts
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Unfortunately, the thought that he might have something to do with the disappearance of her neighbor squashed her swashbuckling ideas, and made her wonder if the real danger was standing too close to her right now .
“I promised the girls I would try,” she said. “And I’m sure Cassie wouldn’t have set me up with someone who is truly dangerous. Hank was just a little overzealous today.” She headed for the back yard to retrieve the glasses and pitcher of tea. “Thanks again. For being there. This time.”
“Do you want to come over and have some dinner?” he asked as he walked alongside her.
Her stomach made an unpleasant gurgling sound at the mention of more food. “Ugh. I better not. I ate a ton at the baseball game.”
“Okay. Maybe another time.”
She looked into his blue eyes and tried to convince herself he was an innocent bystander in this whole mess, but then the image of his face when the detective questioned him flashed through her mind, and she could hear Edna’s warning about seeing him with a gun.
“Yeah, maybe another time,” she said.
His shoulders stiffened as he turned to head back toward Walter’s house. “Yeah, no big deal. Another time.”
“Hey,” she called, not wanting to end their exchange on a bad note. “You promised to help me weed the flower beds ? Was that the best you could come up with?” she teased.
He laughed, and the tension in his shoulders eased. “Hey, it was all I could think of at the spur of the moment. It worked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it worked. See ya.” With a last glance at his amazing behind, she stepped into the kitchen with the tray of glasses, and let the screen door slam behind her.
Although spending time with Hank had been a little fun, and she had enjoyed some of the attention he gave her, she felt nothing of the rush of emotions or heat that flamed her cheeks when Jake was standing near her. The last few weeks, she had been throwing caution to the wind and dating strange men, hoping to add excitement and find that right guy. But what if the right guy was next door and had just invited her to dinner? What if she knocked on his back door tonight and told him she had changed her mind?
Was that hope rearing up in her heart, or had it been so long since she had felt hope that she was mistaking it for heartburn caused by that extra hot dog she shouldn’t have eaten?
Thoughts of passion-filled kisses with Jake warred with the fear that he really was dangerous and she could end up locked in his basement next to the rotting corpse of Walter. Her stomach lurched at the thought, and so instead of knocking on her neighbor’s door, she chose a boring night of wishful thinking, kicked off with a handful of antacids.
7
Ding. Dong .
“Oh crap ! They’re here,” Maggie said aloud, as she hit a few last keys and reached for the power button to turn off her computer. She had only meant to spend fifteen minutes at her computer, but as she so often found lately, those fifteen minutes turned into an hour and a half. She tried to stop herself, but she felt addicted and couldn’t break free from the pleasure she secretly found at the computer keyboard. She pushed back from her desk, reached to smooth her glossy dark hair, and took one last glance around the room to make sure there were no visible signs to give away her secret obsession.
This Wednesday was her night to host the Page Turners, and as she walked into the living room, she saw everyone had arrived at once.
Maggie watched with amusement as Drew played host for the women, offering to take their purses and jackets to the guest room as if they hadn’t been here many times before. She knew there was one guest in particular for whom he was putting on this show.
He smiled shyly at Piper and offered to take her jacket. She self-consciously shrugged off the black sweatshirt she wore zipped to her chin, and Cassie gasped at the shirt Piper wore underneath.
Drew grinned appreciatively.
“I promised the girls I would try,” she said. “And I’m sure Cassie wouldn’t have set me up with someone who is truly dangerous. Hank was just a little overzealous today.” She headed for the back yard to retrieve the glasses and pitcher of tea. “Thanks again. For being there. This time.”
“Do you want to come over and have some dinner?” he asked as he walked alongside her.
Her stomach made an unpleasant gurgling sound at the mention of more food. “Ugh. I better not. I ate a ton at the baseball game.”
“Okay. Maybe another time.”
She looked into his blue eyes and tried to convince herself he was an innocent bystander in this whole mess, but then the image of his face when the detective questioned him flashed through her mind, and she could hear Edna’s warning about seeing him with a gun.
“Yeah, maybe another time,” she said.
His shoulders stiffened as he turned to head back toward Walter’s house. “Yeah, no big deal. Another time.”
“Hey,” she called, not wanting to end their exchange on a bad note. “You promised to help me weed the flower beds ? Was that the best you could come up with?” she teased.
He laughed, and the tension in his shoulders eased. “Hey, it was all I could think of at the spur of the moment. It worked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it worked. See ya.” With a last glance at his amazing behind, she stepped into the kitchen with the tray of glasses, and let the screen door slam behind her.
Although spending time with Hank had been a little fun, and she had enjoyed some of the attention he gave her, she felt nothing of the rush of emotions or heat that flamed her cheeks when Jake was standing near her. The last few weeks, she had been throwing caution to the wind and dating strange men, hoping to add excitement and find that right guy. But what if the right guy was next door and had just invited her to dinner? What if she knocked on his back door tonight and told him she had changed her mind?
Was that hope rearing up in her heart, or had it been so long since she had felt hope that she was mistaking it for heartburn caused by that extra hot dog she shouldn’t have eaten?
Thoughts of passion-filled kisses with Jake warred with the fear that he really was dangerous and she could end up locked in his basement next to the rotting corpse of Walter. Her stomach lurched at the thought, and so instead of knocking on her neighbor’s door, she chose a boring night of wishful thinking, kicked off with a handful of antacids.
7
Ding. Dong .
“Oh crap ! They’re here,” Maggie said aloud, as she hit a few last keys and reached for the power button to turn off her computer. She had only meant to spend fifteen minutes at her computer, but as she so often found lately, those fifteen minutes turned into an hour and a half. She tried to stop herself, but she felt addicted and couldn’t break free from the pleasure she secretly found at the computer keyboard. She pushed back from her desk, reached to smooth her glossy dark hair, and took one last glance around the room to make sure there were no visible signs to give away her secret obsession.
This Wednesday was her night to host the Page Turners, and as she walked into the living room, she saw everyone had arrived at once.
Maggie watched with amusement as Drew played host for the women, offering to take their purses and jackets to the guest room as if they hadn’t been here many times before. She knew there was one guest in particular for whom he was putting on this show.
He smiled shyly at Piper and offered to take her jacket. She self-consciously shrugged off the black sweatshirt she wore zipped to her chin, and Cassie gasped at the shirt Piper wore underneath.
Drew grinned appreciatively.
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