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anything.
“I’m not drunk, Reed. I’m a grown woman and we wanted to kiss. Don’t worry, you don’t have to marry me or anything.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “I doubt I’d be any kind of a husband. It’s just we have to live here together and I don’t want to unnecessarily complicate things.”
A kiss certainly didn’t make things easier but it had been more than pleasant. She’d forgotten how much she liked to kiss if she were honest, and this man had some mad skills. There was something about him that drew her even though she knew it wasn’t wise.
“I think I’ll just say goodnight then.” She stood and this time he didn’t stop her. Tucking her laptop under her arm, she turned toward the French doors. “Will you lock up behind me and turn off the heater?”
“No problem. I’m going to read for a while longer. Good night, Kaylee.”
“Night, Reed.”
He picked up the book as she stepped inside and headed for the stairs. It had been quite a day and tomorrow promised to be just as eventful. But one thing was honest to God true.
She wanted to kiss Reed Mitchell again.
Chapter Seven
T he next morning Kaylee was busy in the kitchen making something that smelled delicious while Reed was in her office tapping away at her laptop, trying to pinpoint the origin of the two emails. Sitting at the desk he had an excellent view of the quiet street she lived on. It looked like most of the neighbors were at home on a Saturday which Reed made a note of. Kaylee was most vulnerable when there were no people around.
Swearing at the keyboard, he was getting frustrated and cranky when cars began to pull into the drive and park along the street. He frowned as women and men, obviously familiar to one another, ambled up the driveway, laptops tucked under their arms along with large bowls and trays. Was Kaylee having a party in the middle of the day?
Pulling back the drapes to get a better look, Reed scowled at the gathering crowd on the front porch. He hadn’t said anything to her yesterday but he wanted a list of people in her life so he could check them out. Most victims were familiar with their stalkers, although not necessarily friends. A casual acquaintance she’d only met once or twice could be sending those letters. That would be why they knew where she lived. The idea that this was someone far away that only knew her from her books seemed far-fetched to him, but then he didn’t know any successful authors other than her and Ava.
He heard a few taps on the door to the office and she stuck her head in the room. “I forgot to tell you that my writing group is meeting here today. There’s lunch out on the dining room table if you’re hungry. It’s buffet style. We’ll try and keep it down.”
Reed stood and held up his hand. “Wait, who are these people? What does your writing group do?”
Kaylee opened the door wider and stepped into the room. “I started a writer’s group when I moved back. We meet every month and read what we’ve written and critique it. Sometimes we talk about an issue in publishing. It helps keep people motivated.”
“How did you meet these people?” Reed could hear them moving around in the living room, glasses clinking and chattering voices.
“Friends of friends. Some live in the neighborhood.”
He’d be checking each and every person in this group out, but first he wanted to meet them.
“Sounds good. I’ll join you.”
“What?” Pretty Kaylee looked gobsmacked by his declaration, her forehead wrinkled in worry. She was dressed in faded denim jeans and an oversized cream-colored sweater that hid all of her most beautiful assets. They really needed to have a discussion about her figure. Her lush body didn’t need to be covered up but highlighted.
“I’ll join the group if you don’t mind,” he repeated, enjoying how her green eyes fringed with dark lashes were wide with surprise.
“Uh, sure. We eat first so go ahead and fill your
“I’m not drunk, Reed. I’m a grown woman and we wanted to kiss. Don’t worry, you don’t have to marry me or anything.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “I doubt I’d be any kind of a husband. It’s just we have to live here together and I don’t want to unnecessarily complicate things.”
A kiss certainly didn’t make things easier but it had been more than pleasant. She’d forgotten how much she liked to kiss if she were honest, and this man had some mad skills. There was something about him that drew her even though she knew it wasn’t wise.
“I think I’ll just say goodnight then.” She stood and this time he didn’t stop her. Tucking her laptop under her arm, she turned toward the French doors. “Will you lock up behind me and turn off the heater?”
“No problem. I’m going to read for a while longer. Good night, Kaylee.”
“Night, Reed.”
He picked up the book as she stepped inside and headed for the stairs. It had been quite a day and tomorrow promised to be just as eventful. But one thing was honest to God true.
She wanted to kiss Reed Mitchell again.
Chapter Seven
T he next morning Kaylee was busy in the kitchen making something that smelled delicious while Reed was in her office tapping away at her laptop, trying to pinpoint the origin of the two emails. Sitting at the desk he had an excellent view of the quiet street she lived on. It looked like most of the neighbors were at home on a Saturday which Reed made a note of. Kaylee was most vulnerable when there were no people around.
Swearing at the keyboard, he was getting frustrated and cranky when cars began to pull into the drive and park along the street. He frowned as women and men, obviously familiar to one another, ambled up the driveway, laptops tucked under their arms along with large bowls and trays. Was Kaylee having a party in the middle of the day?
Pulling back the drapes to get a better look, Reed scowled at the gathering crowd on the front porch. He hadn’t said anything to her yesterday but he wanted a list of people in her life so he could check them out. Most victims were familiar with their stalkers, although not necessarily friends. A casual acquaintance she’d only met once or twice could be sending those letters. That would be why they knew where she lived. The idea that this was someone far away that only knew her from her books seemed far-fetched to him, but then he didn’t know any successful authors other than her and Ava.
He heard a few taps on the door to the office and she stuck her head in the room. “I forgot to tell you that my writing group is meeting here today. There’s lunch out on the dining room table if you’re hungry. It’s buffet style. We’ll try and keep it down.”
Reed stood and held up his hand. “Wait, who are these people? What does your writing group do?”
Kaylee opened the door wider and stepped into the room. “I started a writer’s group when I moved back. We meet every month and read what we’ve written and critique it. Sometimes we talk about an issue in publishing. It helps keep people motivated.”
“How did you meet these people?” Reed could hear them moving around in the living room, glasses clinking and chattering voices.
“Friends of friends. Some live in the neighborhood.”
He’d be checking each and every person in this group out, but first he wanted to meet them.
“Sounds good. I’ll join you.”
“What?” Pretty Kaylee looked gobsmacked by his declaration, her forehead wrinkled in worry. She was dressed in faded denim jeans and an oversized cream-colored sweater that hid all of her most beautiful assets. They really needed to have a discussion about her figure. Her lush body didn’t need to be covered up but highlighted.
“I’ll join the group if you don’t mind,” he repeated, enjoying how her green eyes fringed with dark lashes were wide with surprise.
“Uh, sure. We eat first so go ahead and fill your