floors and wood countertops. The walls were a soft, creamy yellow, and the stainless steel appliances looked brand-new. The whole back wall was lined with windows that led to a glassed-in sunporch. It was comfortable and homey.
I opened the fridge and was surprised to find the man liked mustard. There had to be at least five different kinds. I pulled out a variety of meats and cheeses and found some rye bread in the pantry. Since I didn’t know what foods he liked, I decided to keep it simple. Sandwiches were easy, and if he didn’t like them, no big.
After I had the food prepared, I found an old pitcher of tea in the fridge. I dumped it out and made him a fresh pot. I also cleaned out his vegetable drawer and dumped the sour milk. Other than that, everything was spotless and well kept. For a bachelor, he lived a tidy life, which probably had something to do with his military background.
I suddenly wished I knew more about him. Where he grew up, what kind of kid he’d been, why he’d left the FBI to join the CIA, that sort of thing.
I sat down at the kitchen bar and drank a glass of tea and ate a sandwich while I waited—and waited. “Jeez, he takes longer showers than Gilly.” After another ten minutes, I decided I better check on him. He was so tired he might have drowned.
He’d taken the stairs to the right, so I did the same. The house was huge. There was a long center hallway flanked by more doors on the right and left sides. The wooden stairs had been refinished. At the top I wasn’t sure which way to go. There were four doors in that center hallway, but I sensed he wasn’t behind them. I followed my instincts to the right and saw that the door at the end was open. “Jake?”
No answer. Hell, here we go again. I moved a little faster and stopped at the door. Jake was wrapped in a towel lying across the bed, sound asleep. Poor guy.
I tried hard not to look at his incredibly buff body. He might work long hours, but he still found time to go to the gym. His shoulders were wide, his hips narrow.
Warmth spread through my body, and I wanted to run my hands down those muscles along his back. Alex, stop being a perv. I pulled the comforter up over him. He looked so peaceful, and I couldn’t stop watching him. Finally, I had to make myself walk away.
In the kitchen I put the tea and the sandwiches in the fridge. I found some paper in the drawer and left him a note.
Jake,
Hope you slept well. Food’s in the fridge, and I’d go with the mocha paint for the dining room.
-A
I thought about him asleep upstairs.
My body heated again. I needed to get laid in a big way. I’m actually lusting after poor Jake.
I touched my tattoos together and headed home.
Landing in my room, I tripped on the new rug I had put in recently.
“Graceful.” Mira sat on my bed, her long red hair piled on top of her head. “And my oh my, that’s an interesting smile on your face. Care to tell me where you’ve been?”
CHAPTER 12
I love my sisters, but sometimes they can be nosy bitches. I say that in the most loving way. I’m no better. I’m all up in their business, too. It’s just annoying when their attention is directed at me.
“I was helping a friend.” I sat down in the cushy club chair next to my window and yanked off my boots.
“Really?” She had one of those I-know-something-you-don’t-know looks on her face.
“What now?” I pulled my knees up under my chin.
“Everyone’s talking about you. The security tape showed you and Jake talking, and then you driving him out the tunnel. The team followed your GPS and practically drooled when they saw you took him out to his ranch. And they all know you were there for almost an hour.”
Damn GPS. It was a small dot that stuck behind our ear, but sometimes I wished Bailey had never invented the stupid thing. No privacy whatsoever. “So I ask again. What’s up?”
She continued to stare at me with that knowing look in her eyes.
I thought about telling her to
I opened the fridge and was surprised to find the man liked mustard. There had to be at least five different kinds. I pulled out a variety of meats and cheeses and found some rye bread in the pantry. Since I didn’t know what foods he liked, I decided to keep it simple. Sandwiches were easy, and if he didn’t like them, no big.
After I had the food prepared, I found an old pitcher of tea in the fridge. I dumped it out and made him a fresh pot. I also cleaned out his vegetable drawer and dumped the sour milk. Other than that, everything was spotless and well kept. For a bachelor, he lived a tidy life, which probably had something to do with his military background.
I suddenly wished I knew more about him. Where he grew up, what kind of kid he’d been, why he’d left the FBI to join the CIA, that sort of thing.
I sat down at the kitchen bar and drank a glass of tea and ate a sandwich while I waited—and waited. “Jeez, he takes longer showers than Gilly.” After another ten minutes, I decided I better check on him. He was so tired he might have drowned.
He’d taken the stairs to the right, so I did the same. The house was huge. There was a long center hallway flanked by more doors on the right and left sides. The wooden stairs had been refinished. At the top I wasn’t sure which way to go. There were four doors in that center hallway, but I sensed he wasn’t behind them. I followed my instincts to the right and saw that the door at the end was open. “Jake?”
No answer. Hell, here we go again. I moved a little faster and stopped at the door. Jake was wrapped in a towel lying across the bed, sound asleep. Poor guy.
I tried hard not to look at his incredibly buff body. He might work long hours, but he still found time to go to the gym. His shoulders were wide, his hips narrow.
Warmth spread through my body, and I wanted to run my hands down those muscles along his back. Alex, stop being a perv. I pulled the comforter up over him. He looked so peaceful, and I couldn’t stop watching him. Finally, I had to make myself walk away.
In the kitchen I put the tea and the sandwiches in the fridge. I found some paper in the drawer and left him a note.
Jake,
Hope you slept well. Food’s in the fridge, and I’d go with the mocha paint for the dining room.
-A
I thought about him asleep upstairs.
My body heated again. I needed to get laid in a big way. I’m actually lusting after poor Jake.
I touched my tattoos together and headed home.
Landing in my room, I tripped on the new rug I had put in recently.
“Graceful.” Mira sat on my bed, her long red hair piled on top of her head. “And my oh my, that’s an interesting smile on your face. Care to tell me where you’ve been?”
CHAPTER 12
I love my sisters, but sometimes they can be nosy bitches. I say that in the most loving way. I’m no better. I’m all up in their business, too. It’s just annoying when their attention is directed at me.
“I was helping a friend.” I sat down in the cushy club chair next to my window and yanked off my boots.
“Really?” She had one of those I-know-something-you-don’t-know looks on her face.
“What now?” I pulled my knees up under my chin.
“Everyone’s talking about you. The security tape showed you and Jake talking, and then you driving him out the tunnel. The team followed your GPS and practically drooled when they saw you took him out to his ranch. And they all know you were there for almost an hour.”
Damn GPS. It was a small dot that stuck behind our ear, but sometimes I wished Bailey had never invented the stupid thing. No privacy whatsoever. “So I ask again. What’s up?”
She continued to stare at me with that knowing look in her eyes.
I thought about telling her to
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