Edge of Danger (Edge Security Series Book 3) by Trish Loye Page B

grabbed a shower earlier.”
    He’d been in her shower? Naked?
    “Well, that’s how one usually showers,” he said.
    Her face heated when she realized she’d spoken out loud. “I meant…I didn’t hear you. That’s all.”
    “Uh huh.”
    She could hear the laughter in his voice, but she refused to look at him. And now she couldn’t get the image of him naked, soaping himself, out of her mind. She was out of her mind.
    She gulped her coffee.
    Must find control.
    At least he was taking her mind off the break-in. Her gaze landed on the garbage bag of broken items that Zach had put by her front door. She sobered instantly, her body no longer heated.
    “I want to find the asshole who broke in here,” she said, facing Zach at last.
    All humor vanished from his face at her words. “We will.”
    “But first we need to find that a-hole Shabah.” She stood up. “I’m gonna shower.”
    A small grin appeared on his face. “Naked?”
    Her face heated and she ignored his comment and laugh as best she could.
    He opened her fridge door. “You don’t believe in food?”
    “What? I have milk, coffee, and leftover Chinese. All the basics.” She snorted. “Besides, this is New York. Nobody eats at home.”
    She went into her bathroom, listening to him chuckle. She could get used to hearing that deep, warm voice in the mornings.
    No. He was leaving when his assignment was over. She had to remember that.
    She showered quickly, trying not to think of Zach’s large body in her tiny shower. She placed her hand on the wall. Had his broad shoulders grazed the cool tile? Had the water sluiced over those shoulders to run in rivulets down his muscled chest?
    “Dammit,” she muttered as she shut off the shower. Her skin felt sensitized as she toweled off.
    She dressed in clean jeans and a blue sweater, and put her damp hair in a loose braid. She put on her shoulder holster and slid her Glock into it.
    Out in the kitchen, Zach had found a few eggs and scrambled them. He slid them on a plate for her and filled her coffee mug before placing both on the bar top. She hesitated before sliding onto the barstool. She bit her lip as she looked at the plate in front of her. It had been a long time since someone had made her breakfast.
    “Thank you,” she said before digging into her eggs. Her stomach rumbled happily. “You can sleep over anytime.” Her face heated when she heard her words.
    “I don’t often have the chance to make breakfast for a beautiful woman,” he said with a smile.
    “I can’t believe that. You probably have women throwing themselves at you.”
    He sat beside her with his own plate. “I’m no monk,” he said. “But one-night stands aren’t really my thing.”
    She stiffened. “So you have a girlfriend?”
    “No. My job just doesn’t really allow me to have long-term relationships.”
    Was he warning her of what his life was like? That he couldn’t offer anything besides one night? She shouldn’t care, but she fought to keep her face smooth of the disappointment sinking inside her.
    She stared at her eggs. It didn’t matter.
    His phone dinged from the coffee table and he picked it up. “Work,” he said to her.
    Hers began buzzing from her jacket. Her stomach twisted when she checked it. She shared a look with Zach. “Bureau,” was all she said.
    She walked into her bedroom to answer it, and to give Zach privacy with his call.
    “Al?” It was Drew on the line.
    “What’s up?”
    “Get to 306 East 26 th Street. A bomb went off in a coffee shop.”
    She sucked in a breath. “Casualties?”
    “Just one. The bomber. Agent Dickhead is here barking orders. Get here ASAP.” He hung up. She strode into the main room to find Zach, jacket and shoes on.
    “You know where this place is?” he asked, handing her jacket to her.
    She nodded. “We’ll take my car.”
    She automatically went to lock her apartment when she left, and clenched her jaw against the anger when she saw the broken doorframe