pushed things a little too far and there was retaliation. A little girl died. His little girl. Heâs still, hands down, the best investigator around. Heâs also a drunk. Canât keep it together long enough to solve a case. But I know that one of the most sought-after divorce P.I.s on the island uses him pretty regularly for fact-finding.â
âOkay, letâs call him.â
8
T here were no Tricia Campbells listed in Reno. Scott wasnât surprised. He hadnât expected the answers to come easy. Turning off the computer in his bedroom Thursday night, he grabbed a book heâd been reading about the history of Ireland, traded jeans for a pair of light-cotton pajama pants then propped himself up in bed and tried to read, waiting for Tricia to finish her shower.
With her hair being so long, she liked to wash it at night so it had time to dry naturally. Scott generally liked to help her. Tonight he was tired.
And determined not to lose the distance theyâd set up between them at the very beginning. It had occurred to him during the past couple of long, slow days at the station, with no one but bored guys for company, that perhaps he was beginning to care about her too much.
âIâve never seen those before,â she said. She was standing, naked, in the doorway between the bedroom and attached bath, a towel wrapped around her head.
Sheâd missed a drop of water on the top curve of her left breast. And another just below the groin.
Scottâs blood ran down to his dick.
âMy mother bought them for Christmas a couple of years ago.â But that didnât explain why he was wearing them to bed. Heâd been sleeping nude since heâd graduated from college.
Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him for a few seconds and then, nodding, she turned away, reaching for the short violet cotton gown she had hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Still holding the book, not quite ready to give up on the idea of reading it, he watched as she brushed her teeth, combed her hair, put lotion on her legs.
She always did that, or let him do it, after she shaved. Which meant those long, slim, softly muscled feminine legs would be smooth as silk tonight. His first night home in four days.
Then, switching off the bathroom light, she padded barefoot to her side of the bed. Though she didnât normally wear any more than the brief gown to bed, heâd half expected her to stop at her dresser for a pair of panties. She didnât.
And that sure didnât help his surging blood. Still, the tension heâd felt in his back and neck all day dissipated just a bit.
Maybe sex was all he needed.
âYouâve seemed kind of remote today.â He was careful to keep his tone neutral. There was no room between them for accusations.
âIâm sorry.â She slid under the covers, her leg brushing up against his through the sheet and comforter separating them. âIâm just caught up in ideas for Patsy. I really want to get this right for her.â
Sheâd talked of little else that day, though he could have sworn sheâd used the project as a shield. Maybe she was feeling nervous about their closeness as well.
Could be heâd made a colossal mistake telling her about his pastâhis other identity. Heâd let her know him a little too well for his own comfort, and apparently for hers. As nearly as he could figureâand heâd spent far too much time figuringâthat morning the previous week when heâd confessed all seemed to be when things had started to change between them.
Only the small lamp on his side of the bed was still lit. He should turn it off, slip underneath the covers with her. Reach for her. A little forgetfulnessâ¦
Her toes moved up and down his calf, touching him through the covers still between them.
âWhoâs Taylorâs father?â His stomach dropped when he heard his own question
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