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plan.”
She looked up at him and shook her head, a smile playing on her full lips. “Tough? I don’t think I really know what that is. Hell, if people don’t like chintz sofas they don’t shoot at me. They bitch, whine, and complain but I don’t need a trip to the hospital afterward. Besides, my mother always told me that I needed to learn to take care of myself. No one was going to offer to do it and that I could only depend on myself.”
That was a lonely philosophy.
“I may have made things sound worse than they actually were. I didn’t have people shooting at me every single day. Only sometimes. Most of a cop’s life is paperwork.” He leaned forward so their lips were close together and he could smell the light floral fragrance from her hair. “Although I will admit that I hate chintz. I’m more of a leather sofa type.”
For a moment their gazes locked and he instinctually moved nearer, the attraction between them powerful, crackling hot. But at the last minute she jerked back into her chair, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she’d finished a race.
“I–I have to go to the bathroom.”
The legs of her chair made a scraping sound as she shoved it backward and then bolted for the relative safety of the house. He heard her footsteps on the stairs and couldn’t suppress a smile of satisfaction. Little Miss Lisa might act all cool and unaffected but it was purely an act. The simmering heat was mutual. He wasn’t out there all alone feeling like a fool.
Evan hadn’t felt like this about a female in a damn long time and he wasn’t going to let this chance pass by. Wasn’t this what his new life was about? He was going to go for it.
He’d end up a winner or a fool.
Chapter Nine
J osie pressed her cool, wet fingertips to her heated cheeks as she stared at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Evan was a good and wonderful man but he was getting too close. Every instinct inside of her was screaming to open up to him but she simply couldn’t. He’d been a cop and would turn her in, she was sure of it. No, the best thing to do was continue as if that entire conversation never happened. She’d told him enough of the truth to keep him happy—at least she hoped so. The less he knew the better.
But dammit, she liked him. A whole heck of a lot.
If this wasn’t a life or death situation and she didn’t need to eventually leave she would have loved to sit back, relax, and see what might happen between the two of them. She already knew some of the good – he was hardworking, smart, and funny. She even knew some of the bad as well – he was impatient as hell, he didn’t eat his vegetables, and his politics clashed with her own. But all in all, he was the kind of guy she’d normally be thrilled to meet.
If this wasn’t the absolute worst time of her life.
She dried her face with a towel and took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. When their eyes had met she’d felt a bolt of electricity straight down to her toes. Evan Davis was a gorgeous man and she was only human. She’d have to be dead or in a coma not to notice, but when he turned that attention on her deliberately? Holy moly, she was in big trouble.
The only cleaned up bathroom was in Evan’s bedroom and she had to walk back through it to get downstairs. Sorry she hadn’t turned on a light, she made her way slowly around the furniture but must have miscalculated where his desk was as her hip connected painfully with something solid. A spate of profanity followed along with a shower of items from the desk falling onto her and then to the floor. With flailing arms, she managed to find the switch on the lamp and turn it on before anything else was destroyed.
“Are you okay?”
Of course she wasn’t okay. She’d been trying to hold onto her dignity but that ship had now sailed.
“I think so,” she said anyway, rubbing her sore hipbone as he flipped on a few more lights. “I think I made a
She looked up at him and shook her head, a smile playing on her full lips. “Tough? I don’t think I really know what that is. Hell, if people don’t like chintz sofas they don’t shoot at me. They bitch, whine, and complain but I don’t need a trip to the hospital afterward. Besides, my mother always told me that I needed to learn to take care of myself. No one was going to offer to do it and that I could only depend on myself.”
That was a lonely philosophy.
“I may have made things sound worse than they actually were. I didn’t have people shooting at me every single day. Only sometimes. Most of a cop’s life is paperwork.” He leaned forward so their lips were close together and he could smell the light floral fragrance from her hair. “Although I will admit that I hate chintz. I’m more of a leather sofa type.”
For a moment their gazes locked and he instinctually moved nearer, the attraction between them powerful, crackling hot. But at the last minute she jerked back into her chair, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she’d finished a race.
“I–I have to go to the bathroom.”
The legs of her chair made a scraping sound as she shoved it backward and then bolted for the relative safety of the house. He heard her footsteps on the stairs and couldn’t suppress a smile of satisfaction. Little Miss Lisa might act all cool and unaffected but it was purely an act. The simmering heat was mutual. He wasn’t out there all alone feeling like a fool.
Evan hadn’t felt like this about a female in a damn long time and he wasn’t going to let this chance pass by. Wasn’t this what his new life was about? He was going to go for it.
He’d end up a winner or a fool.
Chapter Nine
J osie pressed her cool, wet fingertips to her heated cheeks as she stared at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Evan was a good and wonderful man but he was getting too close. Every instinct inside of her was screaming to open up to him but she simply couldn’t. He’d been a cop and would turn her in, she was sure of it. No, the best thing to do was continue as if that entire conversation never happened. She’d told him enough of the truth to keep him happy—at least she hoped so. The less he knew the better.
But dammit, she liked him. A whole heck of a lot.
If this wasn’t a life or death situation and she didn’t need to eventually leave she would have loved to sit back, relax, and see what might happen between the two of them. She already knew some of the good – he was hardworking, smart, and funny. She even knew some of the bad as well – he was impatient as hell, he didn’t eat his vegetables, and his politics clashed with her own. But all in all, he was the kind of guy she’d normally be thrilled to meet.
If this wasn’t the absolute worst time of her life.
She dried her face with a towel and took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. When their eyes had met she’d felt a bolt of electricity straight down to her toes. Evan Davis was a gorgeous man and she was only human. She’d have to be dead or in a coma not to notice, but when he turned that attention on her deliberately? Holy moly, she was in big trouble.
The only cleaned up bathroom was in Evan’s bedroom and she had to walk back through it to get downstairs. Sorry she hadn’t turned on a light, she made her way slowly around the furniture but must have miscalculated where his desk was as her hip connected painfully with something solid. A spate of profanity followed along with a shower of items from the desk falling onto her and then to the floor. With flailing arms, she managed to find the switch on the lamp and turn it on before anything else was destroyed.
“Are you okay?”
Of course she wasn’t okay. She’d been trying to hold onto her dignity but that ship had now sailed.
“I think so,” she said anyway, rubbing her sore hipbone as he flipped on a few more lights. “I think I made a
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