to say when Kate pulled back, her expression clouding over.
“Don’t worry,” Kate said, her voice quieting as she shifted her gaze. “It’s never been Tyson.”
Ellie blinked in dismay. What? Really?
“Seriously? Todd? Trevor? One of the elusive cousins I’ve heard about?”
Kate’s lips remained pressed together, her expression a bit sad and reflective. Ellie didn’t think she was going to answer and realized she probably shouldn’t have even asked.
“Todd.”
The quiet confession had Ellie’s eyes widening. Todd, the firefighter who was known to have seen more action with women than fires. And that was a direct quote from Tyson.
“Has he…have you guys ever…?”
“No. Oh, God, no.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Todd doesn’t even know I’m alive that way. If anything, I give him the little sister vibe.”
Ellie took another sip of her iced Americano and eyed the other woman curiously. Kate might not be society’s definition of sexy or beautiful, but she was cute and curvy, and funny as hell. Probably mid-twenties, if that. She was the kind of girl who slipped under the radar, but who some guy would eventually discover and realize how damn lucky he was.
“Maybe you should ask him out?” Ellie finally suggested.
Kate let out a short laugh, her expression incredulous. “Umm, I’ll pass. I can think of plenty of other ways to humiliate myself, thank you very much.”
Ellie was trying to think of how she could convince Kate to at least try, when the door opened and another customer came in.
“Be back in a minute, Ellie. You enjoy your breakfast.”
Watching Kate go deal with the customer, Ellie’s thoughts returned to last night.
Memories of Tyson and their two days of hot lovemaking flickered through her mind. And, just like that, her body was alive with need again. Jeez, just thinking about him could make her nerves all jittery. It was like an addiction withdrawal…only her poison was the town’s sheriff.
Sighing, she tore off another piece of cinnamon roll and popped it into her mouth.
Maybe he’d get off work early…
Tyson put the brakes on in his truck, turned off the ignition and exhaled a long breath, staring hard at the Bakemans’ house.
Looking in the window, he could see Ellie doing some yoga positions in the living room.
Since this afternoon, his stomach had felt like there’d been a brick in it. Ever since he’d walked into the station and found Eve’s report on his desk.
He closed his eyes, seeing again in his head the report that had detailed the Chicago drug trafficking trial. And, through some web searches and social networks, Eve had also managed to dig up some information on the missing key witness.
Eleanor Owens.
A twenty-six-year-old yoga instructor from Chicago, the ex-girlfriend of the defendant. And currently MIA.
Bitterness sent bile rising into his throat and he shook his head. Damn it, he didn’t want it to be true. Didn’t want to think that the woman he’d slept with last night, the woman who’d crawled into his heart and set up real estate, had been lying to him.
Shit, had anything she said been the truth? A fucking waitress in Brooklyn?
Right now, he only had some pretty damning similarities adding up that Ellie was Eleanor, but he’d get the proof.
After reaching for the handle on his door, Tyson pushed it open and stepped out of his truck. He strode up the porch and to the front door, knocking once before opening it.
Ellie, bent over in the most fucking erotic pose he’d ever seen, looked at him from between her legs and smiled.
“Hey there. I’m just finishing up.”
“Take your time. I’ll just sit down,” he said, folding himself onto the sofa, “and enjoy the view.”
She gave a soft laugh and slid her body into another weird pose. Hell, he didn’t understand the yoga stuff, but knew the chicks seemed to dig it. Some of the local gals even drove an hour away to take a class in the neighboring town.
Watching
“Don’t worry,” Kate said, her voice quieting as she shifted her gaze. “It’s never been Tyson.”
Ellie blinked in dismay. What? Really?
“Seriously? Todd? Trevor? One of the elusive cousins I’ve heard about?”
Kate’s lips remained pressed together, her expression a bit sad and reflective. Ellie didn’t think she was going to answer and realized she probably shouldn’t have even asked.
“Todd.”
The quiet confession had Ellie’s eyes widening. Todd, the firefighter who was known to have seen more action with women than fires. And that was a direct quote from Tyson.
“Has he…have you guys ever…?”
“No. Oh, God, no.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Todd doesn’t even know I’m alive that way. If anything, I give him the little sister vibe.”
Ellie took another sip of her iced Americano and eyed the other woman curiously. Kate might not be society’s definition of sexy or beautiful, but she was cute and curvy, and funny as hell. Probably mid-twenties, if that. She was the kind of girl who slipped under the radar, but who some guy would eventually discover and realize how damn lucky he was.
“Maybe you should ask him out?” Ellie finally suggested.
Kate let out a short laugh, her expression incredulous. “Umm, I’ll pass. I can think of plenty of other ways to humiliate myself, thank you very much.”
Ellie was trying to think of how she could convince Kate to at least try, when the door opened and another customer came in.
“Be back in a minute, Ellie. You enjoy your breakfast.”
Watching Kate go deal with the customer, Ellie’s thoughts returned to last night.
Memories of Tyson and their two days of hot lovemaking flickered through her mind. And, just like that, her body was alive with need again. Jeez, just thinking about him could make her nerves all jittery. It was like an addiction withdrawal…only her poison was the town’s sheriff.
Sighing, she tore off another piece of cinnamon roll and popped it into her mouth.
Maybe he’d get off work early…
Tyson put the brakes on in his truck, turned off the ignition and exhaled a long breath, staring hard at the Bakemans’ house.
Looking in the window, he could see Ellie doing some yoga positions in the living room.
Since this afternoon, his stomach had felt like there’d been a brick in it. Ever since he’d walked into the station and found Eve’s report on his desk.
He closed his eyes, seeing again in his head the report that had detailed the Chicago drug trafficking trial. And, through some web searches and social networks, Eve had also managed to dig up some information on the missing key witness.
Eleanor Owens.
A twenty-six-year-old yoga instructor from Chicago, the ex-girlfriend of the defendant. And currently MIA.
Bitterness sent bile rising into his throat and he shook his head. Damn it, he didn’t want it to be true. Didn’t want to think that the woman he’d slept with last night, the woman who’d crawled into his heart and set up real estate, had been lying to him.
Shit, had anything she said been the truth? A fucking waitress in Brooklyn?
Right now, he only had some pretty damning similarities adding up that Ellie was Eleanor, but he’d get the proof.
After reaching for the handle on his door, Tyson pushed it open and stepped out of his truck. He strode up the porch and to the front door, knocking once before opening it.
Ellie, bent over in the most fucking erotic pose he’d ever seen, looked at him from between her legs and smiled.
“Hey there. I’m just finishing up.”
“Take your time. I’ll just sit down,” he said, folding himself onto the sofa, “and enjoy the view.”
She gave a soft laugh and slid her body into another weird pose. Hell, he didn’t understand the yoga stuff, but knew the chicks seemed to dig it. Some of the local gals even drove an hour away to take a class in the neighboring town.
Watching
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