Trusting Ryan. Tara Taylor Quinn
Читать онлайн книгу.Fine.” The confidence had returned to her voice. “Say, around five, then?”
Five was fine. That left him seven and a half hours to get his libido under control and forget that he’d ever had one intimate thought about a stunningly desirable guardian ad litem.
He was not the least bit interested in a long term relationship.
And one thing was certain. Audrey Lincoln was not a woman a good man had casual sex with. She was the type of woman he loved.
CHAPTER THREE
THE OMELET didn’t happen. The phone rang, instead, and Audrey only had time to scramble some eggs and take five minutes to eat them with Ryan before running off to be at Mollie Anderson’s mother’s house when the confused twelve-year-old’s father came to pick her up for visitation.
Neither of Mollie’s parents had known she was coming because Mollie had been the one to call for Audrey’s help.
Audrey talked to Ryan again on Wednesday morning. He phoned as he came off his shift to ask her about another case they’d shared—a pair of nine-year-old fraternal twins who’d initially been reported as runaways several months before. Very soon into the investigation, however, they’d realized the twins had been abducted.
Ryan thought he might have located them living in Arizona with a man who, other than the color and length of his hair, perfectly fit the description of the children’s father.
She’d grieved for Darla and Danny Buford for months until she’d finally, with the help of some counseling, let them go. There’d been an obvious break-in at Mrs. Buford’s well-to-do home. A ransom note.
Mr. Buford, the other half of the lengthy and ugly divorce that initially had brought Audrey into the picture, had been right beside his ex-wife through the entire ordeal. He’d paid half the ransom and cried with his ex-wife in his arms when the terms of the bargain were not met.
The money disappeared. The police didn’t catch the slight figure who’d picked up the bag in the middle of the busy New York City street where the kids supposedly had been taken. And the children were never returned.
The kids were dead. Plain and simple.
And shockingly, horribly, grossly unfair.
Audrey wanted Ryan to be right about the Arizona lead, but she didn’t think so.
Yet that didn’t stop her from hoping. If any other detective had told her he’d located those kids, she’d have shrugged off the news without much thought. But Ryan Mercedes’s track record for accuracy was impressive.
Because he didn’t speak until he knew what he was saying? Or because he was that gifted at his job?
He called again on Friday morning. The Buford twins were alive.
“Turns out some psycho, who’d just lost his wife and daughter in a car accident, had taken them. He never let them out of his sight.”
“What about school?” Audrey prided herself on the professional tone—glad that Ryan couldn’t see the moisture in her eyes.
“He home-schooled them. They’re pretty confused, but physically unharmed. The state has them until their parents can get there.”
Audrey had to take a deep breath to let the emotion pass. There were so many more tragic stories in her line of work than happy endings. “Mr. and Mrs. Buford are going together?”
“They remarried more than a month ago.”
Thankful that at least two traumatized children had every advantage for full recovery, Audrey listened as Ryan offered to grill a steak for her that night to celebrate a homecoming they both took personally, yet neither would attend.
“I can’t.” It was for the best, she told the part of herself that was disappointed. “I’m having dinner with a therapist who had a session with one of my clients yesterday.”
Both she and the therapist were booked for the next week, but Audrey wasn’t willing to settle for a paper report on this one. Nor could she wait a week. The family was due in court again on Monday.
Saturday night she had a fund-raiser with the Arizona Bar Association, and on Sunday she was volunteering legal services at a women’s shelter.
All things she did because she loved to do them. Wanted to do them. Because they gave her life meaning. And a reason to get up in the morning.
The activities were designed to create the life she wanted. And that was exactly what she had as she hung up the phone, fully aware that Ryan thought she’d been making excuses not to see him again. Fully aware that she might never hear from him again—outside the office.
Fully aware and completely okay.
It was very unsettling, therefore, that a time or two over the weekend she almost resented those same activities. Mostly when she was thinking of the handsome detective and wondering what he was doing with his two days off, living in real-world time.
Still, a little resentment, in exchange for the ability to live her own life, was a small price to pay.
When her phone rang again Monday morning at the time Ryan was due off shift, she picked it up with far too much vigor. And flooded with warmth when she heard his voice.
Get a grip, my girl, she admonished herself. He’s a friend. Nothing more.
“Do you have any free time this week?” he asked after a brief hello. He sounded as impatient as she felt over the past weekend’s misses. Not angry. More like…needy.
Or maybe she was projecting her own eagerness onto him?
“I have a couple of hours between court hearings tomorrow, starting around eleven, but you’re sleeping then,” she told him.
“I’ll stay up.”
“What—and get yourself killed tomorrow night?”
“I can sleep after lunch.”
“Are we having lunch?”
“I think so.”
“Okay.”
AND THEY DID. She had a quick dinner with him on Thursday, too, before her guest lecture at the Moritz College of Law at Ohio State. They talked about work. About the weather and the Cincinnati Reds and about work some more.
She asked about Delilah.
They didn’t talk about each other. And the more they didn’t, the more Audrey wanted to.
What was the matter with her?
She’d never needed a man to complete her before. To the contrary, she did better, felt stronger and more capable, when she wasn’t with a man.
So why couldn’t she stop looking at him? Whether he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, exhausted and on his way to sleep, or wearing a jacket on his way to work, the man looked like an art sculpture to her. Legs that were long and lean and nothing but delineated muscle, shoulders that blocked the clouds from her view when he stood in front of her, eyes that smiled, or admired, or sympathized without guise, and a butt that—
No. She wasn’t going to think about that. Wasn’t going to think that way. She wanted a friendship.
She didn’t want sex. Didn’t want to be that vulnerable. A man might be able to join his body parts with a woman, share pleasure with her, and get dressed and walk away, but not Audrey. Nope, she’d open her heart right along with her legs, then she’d be right back where she’d been at sixteen. Craving love. Needing validation from someone who could give it, or take it away, without notice.
No butt looked good enough to risk that.
RYAN STAYED UP on Friday after work. He had two days off, plans to see Marcus Ryan—because he couldn’t seem to stay away from the baby recently born to the biological