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one to find out."
He didn’t know if she was serious or not, but it would be better off for both of them, if he never found out. Women in protective custody often developed attachments to their protectors. Any interest in him sprung from circumstance not an overwhelming attraction to his less than warm personality.
* * *
Kelsey started dinner while Wolf made a call into the precinct. She wasn’t sure what had changed between them, but there was a palpable difference in their relationship. In fact, he had shared very little about himself, but he had showed an interest in understanding her. That was more than most men offered in her experience.
Moments later, Wolf joined her in the kitchen. He sat on the counter, watching her work without helping. She tried to ignore him, without luck. Physically, the man was flawless. He looked great, he smelled even better. She would bet he tasted great too. A shudder of pleasure washed over her. At this rate, she would lose her appetite for real food. There ought to be a law against men who were too sexy for the good of the female population.
Their little chat had served to make him more human. Even if his reasons were purely professional he cared about what happened to her. He didn't have to volunteer for twenty-four hour shifts. If something happened to her on someone else’s watch he wouldn’t be responsible.
She pushed a tomato and a head of lettuce towards him. "Unless you're posing for a statue, make yourself useful."
"I have to talk to you.”
Kelsey turned and leaned against the counter. She didn't like the ominous tone of his voice. Since he wasn’t much of a social talker, she guessed he had questions for her regarding the case. "What?"
"What did you see at the library that made you run? It wasn't just the note, was it?"
Her stomach knotted. She'd put the incident out of her mind for a while, but his reminder brought it to surface again. "No. I thought I saw a man on the upper level watching me, but I’m not completely sure."
Wolf jumped down to the floor. He put one hand on her shoulder and gently removed the knife she was griping in her shaking hands. "Think. Was it the same man from the party?"
"I don't know. I only saw a shadow before I turned and ran."
His face softened. "Try to remember. Think of the build of the man. How far above the railing did he stand? Was he thin, stocky?"
Kelsey inhaled and fought off the urge to cast the picture from her mind. "I don't think he was the same. I think he was shorter and thinner but I'm not sure."
"All right. It probably wasn’t the Iceman.”
Just the nickname conjured up frightening images in her mind.
“But it makes another problem . .’ Wolf said. “Unless . .”
"What?"
"Unless the two things are unrelated. Someone else wants to frighten you.”
"Why?"
"Is it possible that one of your interviews contained information that someone is afraid you’ll use as blackmail?"
"I don't think so. There are no names on any of my tapes. Many women would refuse to talk to me otherwise."
"But their partners might not know that."
She'd never considered that someone might consider her interviews threatening. The recorded tapes allowed her to keep a record without pausing to take notes while a victim bared her soul. "Even if they did, it was for research, not blackmail."
“But it’s possible that someone might be nervous about what you’re doing.”
"Which would clear the police of any involvement?"
* * *
Wolf clenched and unclenched his fingers. Either way, it would involve some police Intel . “Someone would have to be feeding the information to the culprit about you and the Harrison case to make it look like the hit man is after you."
Then there was the possibility that he didn't dare bring up with her. What kind of relationship did she have with her family? Could she have mentioned something to one of them in passing? Her uncle knew, so it would follow that her cousin might also know.
He didn’t know if she was serious or not, but it would be better off for both of them, if he never found out. Women in protective custody often developed attachments to their protectors. Any interest in him sprung from circumstance not an overwhelming attraction to his less than warm personality.
* * *
Kelsey started dinner while Wolf made a call into the precinct. She wasn’t sure what had changed between them, but there was a palpable difference in their relationship. In fact, he had shared very little about himself, but he had showed an interest in understanding her. That was more than most men offered in her experience.
Moments later, Wolf joined her in the kitchen. He sat on the counter, watching her work without helping. She tried to ignore him, without luck. Physically, the man was flawless. He looked great, he smelled even better. She would bet he tasted great too. A shudder of pleasure washed over her. At this rate, she would lose her appetite for real food. There ought to be a law against men who were too sexy for the good of the female population.
Their little chat had served to make him more human. Even if his reasons were purely professional he cared about what happened to her. He didn't have to volunteer for twenty-four hour shifts. If something happened to her on someone else’s watch he wouldn’t be responsible.
She pushed a tomato and a head of lettuce towards him. "Unless you're posing for a statue, make yourself useful."
"I have to talk to you.”
Kelsey turned and leaned against the counter. She didn't like the ominous tone of his voice. Since he wasn’t much of a social talker, she guessed he had questions for her regarding the case. "What?"
"What did you see at the library that made you run? It wasn't just the note, was it?"
Her stomach knotted. She'd put the incident out of her mind for a while, but his reminder brought it to surface again. "No. I thought I saw a man on the upper level watching me, but I’m not completely sure."
Wolf jumped down to the floor. He put one hand on her shoulder and gently removed the knife she was griping in her shaking hands. "Think. Was it the same man from the party?"
"I don't know. I only saw a shadow before I turned and ran."
His face softened. "Try to remember. Think of the build of the man. How far above the railing did he stand? Was he thin, stocky?"
Kelsey inhaled and fought off the urge to cast the picture from her mind. "I don't think he was the same. I think he was shorter and thinner but I'm not sure."
"All right. It probably wasn’t the Iceman.”
Just the nickname conjured up frightening images in her mind.
“But it makes another problem . .’ Wolf said. “Unless . .”
"What?"
"Unless the two things are unrelated. Someone else wants to frighten you.”
"Why?"
"Is it possible that one of your interviews contained information that someone is afraid you’ll use as blackmail?"
"I don't think so. There are no names on any of my tapes. Many women would refuse to talk to me otherwise."
"But their partners might not know that."
She'd never considered that someone might consider her interviews threatening. The recorded tapes allowed her to keep a record without pausing to take notes while a victim bared her soul. "Even if they did, it was for research, not blackmail."
“But it’s possible that someone might be nervous about what you’re doing.”
"Which would clear the police of any involvement?"
* * *
Wolf clenched and unclenched his fingers. Either way, it would involve some police Intel . “Someone would have to be feeding the information to the culprit about you and the Harrison case to make it look like the hit man is after you."
Then there was the possibility that he didn't dare bring up with her. What kind of relationship did she have with her family? Could she have mentioned something to one of them in passing? Her uncle knew, so it would follow that her cousin might also know.
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