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up at him. Cheryl tried to still her pulse. The beast was on the loose again. No telling where he might land. She would resist as usual.
“Jane, I’m asking you to keep this episode quiet for now, will you? As a personal favor just for me?” He impaled Jane with his chocolate-brown eyes, and Cheryl watched her visibly melt.
“I won’t tell anyone, David, I promise,” Jane said, her hands clasped beneath her chin as if in prayer.
Cheryl snorted.
The floor of the cottage vibrated as the Neanderthal detective crossed the kitchen and left by the back door, his absence creating a vacuum of sound and movement. Jane finally stirred, whispering wistfully that she thought she’d better head for home.
Cheryl just nodded, sitting quietly for a moment before rising and seeing her to the door.
“Weird adventure this time. I’m sorry, Jane. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Cheryl heard the rattle of the back door and roused herself from a deep sleep. Had she thought to put the inside latch on? More rattling, then silence. She lay awake, a sliver of a moon causing almost no threat to the darkness. What were her feelings for David Larkin, playboy cop of the county? She was certainly aware of what her girly hormones thought, but who could trust those? He was a big bruiser of a man, ruggedly handsome with a smile that could strip the bark off living trees. He’d been in and out of her life from childhood, careless of her feelings, but irresistible all the same. She’d always been drawn to him like a magnet clipped to the refrigerator. Thank goodness they hadn’t connected all that often. He alternately treated her like a big brother with an annoying little sister or a casual would-be lover who was attracted to her when he paused long enough to really take notice.
She twisted in the sheets. It was hard to practice deception when she was alone with her private thoughts. In all honesty, she had a thing for Big David. Had had since she endured puberty at age twelve going on thirteen. Her grandmother had consoled her once when her friend had made a promise and then forgot about it.
“He’ll take a bit of growing up before he’s worth anything to a good woman,” she said to a sobbing, disappointed Cheryl.
Wonder just how much more growing up he needs yet? She turned over, thumped her pillow, and was just drifting off to sleep when she heard a tap-tap on her window.
“I don’t believe this,” she said, getting up and finding her robe. She drew the curtains aside and raised the window just an inch.
“Cher, honey. Let me in. Just for a minute, okay? I really need to talk to you.”
“Call me on the phone, David. I’m sleeping. Call me in the morning.”
“I won’t keep you long. Honest. Let me in, please?” His voice had dropped an octave and had reached the sultry, sexy range. The Italian was here again. She struggled against the sound, determined to resist the pull of his call.
“What do you want that can’t wait until morning?” she asked, knowing she was failing.
“Just a point or two that needs clearing up. I need to be gone very early in the morning. Can we chat just for a minute?”
“David.” Her exasperation was more for herself than for him. He was just the same as he always was, his selfish needs preceding hers as usual. Situation normal, nothing changed.
“Please, Cher, sweetheart?”
She wondered who else in the neighborhood he was waking.
“All right. Just for a minute. Do you promise?”
“I do, I swear!”
She could hear rustle in the shrubbery at the side of her house. For a moment she wondered if he had been about to climb in through the window. David, David. You are probably the reason I can’t make a match with more eligible men. She belted her robe and stepped in bare feet toward the back door where indeed she had found on a hook an ancient key to his house. Their grandmothers, living next door to each other, had been best friends as well as neighbors.
As she slide the latch
“Jane, I’m asking you to keep this episode quiet for now, will you? As a personal favor just for me?” He impaled Jane with his chocolate-brown eyes, and Cheryl watched her visibly melt.
“I won’t tell anyone, David, I promise,” Jane said, her hands clasped beneath her chin as if in prayer.
Cheryl snorted.
The floor of the cottage vibrated as the Neanderthal detective crossed the kitchen and left by the back door, his absence creating a vacuum of sound and movement. Jane finally stirred, whispering wistfully that she thought she’d better head for home.
Cheryl just nodded, sitting quietly for a moment before rising and seeing her to the door.
“Weird adventure this time. I’m sorry, Jane. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Cheryl heard the rattle of the back door and roused herself from a deep sleep. Had she thought to put the inside latch on? More rattling, then silence. She lay awake, a sliver of a moon causing almost no threat to the darkness. What were her feelings for David Larkin, playboy cop of the county? She was certainly aware of what her girly hormones thought, but who could trust those? He was a big bruiser of a man, ruggedly handsome with a smile that could strip the bark off living trees. He’d been in and out of her life from childhood, careless of her feelings, but irresistible all the same. She’d always been drawn to him like a magnet clipped to the refrigerator. Thank goodness they hadn’t connected all that often. He alternately treated her like a big brother with an annoying little sister or a casual would-be lover who was attracted to her when he paused long enough to really take notice.
She twisted in the sheets. It was hard to practice deception when she was alone with her private thoughts. In all honesty, she had a thing for Big David. Had had since she endured puberty at age twelve going on thirteen. Her grandmother had consoled her once when her friend had made a promise and then forgot about it.
“He’ll take a bit of growing up before he’s worth anything to a good woman,” she said to a sobbing, disappointed Cheryl.
Wonder just how much more growing up he needs yet? She turned over, thumped her pillow, and was just drifting off to sleep when she heard a tap-tap on her window.
“I don’t believe this,” she said, getting up and finding her robe. She drew the curtains aside and raised the window just an inch.
“Cher, honey. Let me in. Just for a minute, okay? I really need to talk to you.”
“Call me on the phone, David. I’m sleeping. Call me in the morning.”
“I won’t keep you long. Honest. Let me in, please?” His voice had dropped an octave and had reached the sultry, sexy range. The Italian was here again. She struggled against the sound, determined to resist the pull of his call.
“What do you want that can’t wait until morning?” she asked, knowing she was failing.
“Just a point or two that needs clearing up. I need to be gone very early in the morning. Can we chat just for a minute?”
“David.” Her exasperation was more for herself than for him. He was just the same as he always was, his selfish needs preceding hers as usual. Situation normal, nothing changed.
“Please, Cher, sweetheart?”
She wondered who else in the neighborhood he was waking.
“All right. Just for a minute. Do you promise?”
“I do, I swear!”
She could hear rustle in the shrubbery at the side of her house. For a moment she wondered if he had been about to climb in through the window. David, David. You are probably the reason I can’t make a match with more eligible men. She belted her robe and stepped in bare feet toward the back door where indeed she had found on a hook an ancient key to his house. Their grandmothers, living next door to each other, had been best friends as well as neighbors.
As she slide the latch
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