him to swear on.
“And you’re good at your job?” Opal asked, making her daughter groan.
“The mayor has access to my service history. He’s spoken with my captain, who I’m sure gave a full and honest reference.” He paused, an indecipherable look flashing across his face. Then he tilted his head toward the phone on the counter. “I have no problem with you taking your questions to the mayor. Actually, I’d appreciate it. The quicker people cooperate, the quicker I’ll solve this case.”
“I’ll be talking with Mayor Applebaum this afternoon.”
Even though he’d told her to do just that, Jade cringed at her mother’s words. Diego smiled, though, and gave a satisfied nod. Then his gaze flicked toward Jade. “I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have after your discussion. In the meantime, I need a few minutes with your daughter. I have some follow-up questions pertaining to last night’s burglary.”
“Take her home,” Opal directed, waving her hand toward the door. “I’ve been trying to talk her into going, but she doesn’t listen to me. You’re an officer of the law, so you can force her to listen to you.”
“Mom!” Jade exclaimed.
“It would actually be a lot more convenient if I could take another look at the crime scene.”
Take him back to her bedroom?
Images of the two of them, naked and covered in honey, slid through her mind. She tucked them into the corner, knowing she couldn’t enjoy them or their yummy effect while in the same room as her mother.
“I’ll be back after lunch,” Jade muttered, grabbing her purse from the cubby beneath the counter and slinging the long leopard-print strap across her chest. Diego followed her up the steps. She reached for the door, but before she could pull it open, his large hand covered hers. Warm, callused, intense, his touch sent shivers of desire spiraling through her body. Her legs tensed, heat pooling between her thighs.
Oh, please, let it be a honey-drenched lunch, she wished as the cool morning enveloped them.
* * *
D IEGO GRATEFULLY SLID his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose. Not in defense against the winter sun’s weak rays. But because he needed something between him and the pretty little pixie. Her mouth was as clever as her looks were sweet.
He hadn’t been able to get her—or those stretching moves she’d unknowingly tortured him with the previous night—out of his mind. A first for a noncriminal.
“So how does a detective go about solving a case like this?” she asked, pulling him from his thoughts. “Visit each house in town and inspect their underwear drawers?”
Although he’d ridden his Harley to the library, he didn’t mention it as they walked past, toward the sidewalk. Walking was better. More exercise, a safe distance between their bodies. And, he noted as a set of curtains twitched when they passed a quaint A-frame, lots of witnesses. On the Harley, she’d have her arms wrapped around his body, her chest pressed to his back, and he’d likely drive right out of town to the nearest motel where he could beg her to switch positions.
Behind the pseudo safety of his dark glasses, he let his eyes eat her up. Her hair was just as tousled today as it’d been the day before, spiked ends thick around her shoulders and the bangs a sweeping tousle across one eye. Green earrings, a perfect match for her eyes, dangled to her jaw. Under the weathered leather jacket, she wore a black cotton shirt, the collar flipped up to frame her throat. Red lace peeked through the unbuttoned front of the shirt.
The black shirt was huge, hanging halfway down her denim-clad thighs. She’d wrapped a skinny red belt twice around her waist, so despite its size, the fabric followed her curves instead of hiding them. But it was the boots that held his attention. The woman had a way with boots. Black, again, these were flat-heeled and the suede over-the-knee style.
Sexy bohemian, was all he could think.
Very, very sexy
“And you’re good at your job?” Opal asked, making her daughter groan.
“The mayor has access to my service history. He’s spoken with my captain, who I’m sure gave a full and honest reference.” He paused, an indecipherable look flashing across his face. Then he tilted his head toward the phone on the counter. “I have no problem with you taking your questions to the mayor. Actually, I’d appreciate it. The quicker people cooperate, the quicker I’ll solve this case.”
“I’ll be talking with Mayor Applebaum this afternoon.”
Even though he’d told her to do just that, Jade cringed at her mother’s words. Diego smiled, though, and gave a satisfied nod. Then his gaze flicked toward Jade. “I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have after your discussion. In the meantime, I need a few minutes with your daughter. I have some follow-up questions pertaining to last night’s burglary.”
“Take her home,” Opal directed, waving her hand toward the door. “I’ve been trying to talk her into going, but she doesn’t listen to me. You’re an officer of the law, so you can force her to listen to you.”
“Mom!” Jade exclaimed.
“It would actually be a lot more convenient if I could take another look at the crime scene.”
Take him back to her bedroom?
Images of the two of them, naked and covered in honey, slid through her mind. She tucked them into the corner, knowing she couldn’t enjoy them or their yummy effect while in the same room as her mother.
“I’ll be back after lunch,” Jade muttered, grabbing her purse from the cubby beneath the counter and slinging the long leopard-print strap across her chest. Diego followed her up the steps. She reached for the door, but before she could pull it open, his large hand covered hers. Warm, callused, intense, his touch sent shivers of desire spiraling through her body. Her legs tensed, heat pooling between her thighs.
Oh, please, let it be a honey-drenched lunch, she wished as the cool morning enveloped them.
* * *
D IEGO GRATEFULLY SLID his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose. Not in defense against the winter sun’s weak rays. But because he needed something between him and the pretty little pixie. Her mouth was as clever as her looks were sweet.
He hadn’t been able to get her—or those stretching moves she’d unknowingly tortured him with the previous night—out of his mind. A first for a noncriminal.
“So how does a detective go about solving a case like this?” she asked, pulling him from his thoughts. “Visit each house in town and inspect their underwear drawers?”
Although he’d ridden his Harley to the library, he didn’t mention it as they walked past, toward the sidewalk. Walking was better. More exercise, a safe distance between their bodies. And, he noted as a set of curtains twitched when they passed a quaint A-frame, lots of witnesses. On the Harley, she’d have her arms wrapped around his body, her chest pressed to his back, and he’d likely drive right out of town to the nearest motel where he could beg her to switch positions.
Behind the pseudo safety of his dark glasses, he let his eyes eat her up. Her hair was just as tousled today as it’d been the day before, spiked ends thick around her shoulders and the bangs a sweeping tousle across one eye. Green earrings, a perfect match for her eyes, dangled to her jaw. Under the weathered leather jacket, she wore a black cotton shirt, the collar flipped up to frame her throat. Red lace peeked through the unbuttoned front of the shirt.
The black shirt was huge, hanging halfway down her denim-clad thighs. She’d wrapped a skinny red belt twice around her waist, so despite its size, the fabric followed her curves instead of hiding them. But it was the boots that held his attention. The woman had a way with boots. Black, again, these were flat-heeled and the suede over-the-knee style.
Sexy bohemian, was all he could think.
Very, very sexy
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