In Hope's Shadow. Janice Johnson Kay
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point on their conversation avoided anything too personal.
During the mostly quiet drive to her apartment house, Eve regretted saying as much as she had. She hadn’t much liked herself lately. She needed to put the jealousy and resentment and self-doubt behind herself. Telling a guy she liked how petty she could be—and on a first date—should be on her list of top ten don’ts.
Thinking about why she’d shot her big mouth off had to be the reason she felt tense. Although she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about the good-night kiss. The one that would be a peck if Ben had changed his mind about her.
He parked in a visitor’s slot at her complex and walked her up, waiting while she unlocked her door. She dropped her handbag on the small table just inside and turned to smile at him.
“I’m glad you suggested this. I had a good time, Ben. Thank you for dinner.”
“I enjoyed myself, too. I should have asked for your phone number six months ago.”
Eve blinked. “But...we hadn’t met.”
“I saw you on TV. The press conference. I...commented to Seth on what a beauty Bailey’s sister was. I kind of wonder now if the Thanksgiving and Christmas get-togethers weren’t engineered for us to meet.”
“That never occurred to me.” Was it possible he liked her looks better than Bailey’s? Because of his daughter, she’d assumed his ex-wife was another blue-eyed blonde, but...maybe not. Rachel could have taken after him.
“Better late than never,” he murmured, and stepped closer. He tipped her chin up with one big hand, bent, and brushed his lips over hers.
The soft contact was tantalizing enough to have her rising on tiptoe to try to sustain it.
“I’ve been thinking about this all evening,” he said huskily, and nipped her bottom lip before stroking it with his tongue.
Eve wrapped her arms around his neck and let her lips part, astonished by her instant, powerful response. His tongue slid over hers, teasing more than commanding. The lighter he kept the kiss, the more she wanted deeper, hotter.
He groaned suddenly and banded his arms around her to lift her. It was as if he’d abruptly lost patience. Her breasts were flattened against his broad chest and she felt his erection. The thrust of his tongue became rhythmic before he broke away to kiss her jaw, then her throat. Eve let her head fall back, savoring the warm tension of his mouth, the way he rocked his hips as if he couldn’t help himself.
But when he reached her collarbone, he went still before releasing a ragged exhalation and letting her slide down his body. She hadn’t realized he’d lifted her off her feet until they made contact again with the floor. It was lucky his arms stayed around her for a minute; her legs felt shaky, weak. Warmth pooled down low, shocking her with her readiness. She was rarely to never this enthusiastic.
Ben nuzzled her cheek. “I got carried away.”
“I think I did, too,” she said tremulously.
“Good.” He lifted his head to look down at her, his eyes narrowed, the blue deepened. His hair, a dull gold in the subdued light of the hall, was ruffled. By her fingers. “I want to see you again.”
Her teeth closed on her lip to steady it. That made a light flare in his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I’ll call you.” His voice was pure gravel.
“Okay.” Meek woman, and she didn’t even care.
He gave something like a laugh, said, “I don’t think I dare kiss you again,” and released her slowly enough to suggest the same reluctance she felt. He backed into the hall and ordered, “Lock behind me.”
“Yes, Detective.”
He grinned at her teasing, let his gaze run over her one more time and made another inarticulate sound that had her almost unbearably tempted to do the unthinkable—invite him in. After a first date.
But he kept backing up, and she found the strength to say good-night and close her door, turn the dead bolt and put on the chain.
After which she slumped against the door, let out a soft moan and began to smile.
* * *
BEN FROWNED AT his rearview mirror. A logging truck was careening along the highway behind him, closing the distance fast. The narrow, two-lane road wouldn’t allow an opportunity to pass for several more miles. The driver had better not crowd his bumper.
“So.” His passenger cleared his throat. “Looked like you and Eve hit it off.”
Ben flicked a glance at Seth. They were returning from an unproductive interview in the far corner of the county. Ben would have liked to lean on the guy a little harder, but knew they didn’t have enough justification yet.
“Bailey put you up to getting the scoop?” he asked.
“No, she’d have no reason not to go straight to the source herself.”
Eve, he meant.
“Do they talk?”
“They seem to be getting better at it.”
The warmth Ben had seen between the two women had seemed genuine, enough so he’d been a little surprised last night when Eve admitted to also feeling jealousy.
“Eve came across as welcoming at the press conference last year.”
“For her parents’ benefit.”
The remark made Ben feel conflicted. To give himself a moment, he checked the rearview mirror again. The truck loomed, still not slowing down. A sonorous horn sounded. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered.
“What?” Seth turned. “If he rides our tail, let’s ticket him.”
“Works for me.” Ben moved his shoulders in an effort to relax tension that had come out of nowhere. “Eve and I had dinner last night,” he said abruptly.
“Hey.” Seth sounded pleased. “Why didn’t you say something?”
The driver of the logging truck either surrendered to common sense or noticed that he was closing on a police car, because he slowed and dropped back.
“Seemed a little awkward when you were seeing her not that long ago.”
“I’ve told you before, there wasn’t much to it.” Seth seemed to brood for a minute. “I’d have probably quit calling her a lot sooner if not for Karen.”
Ben raised his eyebrows.
“Seemed like every damn week when she came in, she’d say something about Eve. I’d think, yeah, she was fun, why not?”
“Then why not?” Ben asked.
“No chemistry. It’s either there or it’s not.”
Ben grunted his agreement. He’d met beautiful women who left him cold.
“I kissed her good-night politely. Never got past that,” his partner added.
Ben relaxed a little more. Eve had implied as much, but he wasn’t sure she’d have told him if she’d slept with Seth. Good God! Imagine if she had, and then he’d fallen for her adoptive sister. Things were bad enough as it was.
His partner nodded acknowledgment, and, men being men, they let the subject drop, reverting instead to the current investigation of an unnecessarily brutal jewelry store holdup. Fortunately, no customers had been in the store. The owner had tried to flee out the back to get help, leaving his assistant behind the counter, but one of the two masked men had caught him and beaten the shit out of him while the other pepper-sprayed the assistant. They’d smashed glass cases and left with sackfuls of gold pieces set with diamonds and other precious stones.
The store was new this last year, in a strip mall of businesses that were higher end than usual for Stimson