hate me now?”
Did she? “No.”
“Then maybe we can be friends?”
“Friends.?” She thought about it for a few seconds. “I would like that. You coming here to help is a big step toward that. But it’s going to take some time…”
A soft smile tugged at his lips, reminding her why she ’d fallen so hard for him. “That’s fair. At least I have some hope.” Glancing down, he released her hand. “I’d better get the rest of my stuff out of your living room. Wouldn’t want to try to explain that to DHS.”
“Exactly.” Aware of his eyes on her back, she descended the stairs, hoping she wouldn’t regret bringing Bobby back into her life.
She wouldn’t trust him. Not for a long time…if ever.
Aeron tugged on Cojack’s leash. He’d stood out side of Jenn’s house for at least fifteen minutes. He’d seen enough.
There was another guy there now.
Living there.
Maybe holding her. Kissing her. Making love to her.
She had what she needed.
And he…he just wished this case was done so he wouldn’t have to see her again. Just the thought of her being in another guy’s arms made him burn with fury.
There was nothing he could do about it. Absolutely nothing.
Yep, he was in hell. No doubt about it.
Eleven
It felt good to have a man in the house again. Strange, but good. While the neighborhood wasn’t the best, it wasn’t the worst either. S till, she hadn’t realized how uneasy and vulnerable she felt until now. With Bobby in the house, she felt safer.
For the first time in ages, she slept the whole night through.
The next morning, sitting in her usual spot, her closed laptop balanced on her thighs, she sipped her coffee. Lying open on top of her computer was the handwritten letter she’d written to Bobby the day he had broken up with her. She’d never sent it. More than once she’d been grateful for the fact that she hadn’t found the courage.
I’m madly, deeply in love with you. I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. I may have had my doubts about us, but now I know, without any doubt, that we belong together forever. I’m ready, Bobby. I’m ready to take the next step.
Yours forever, Jenn.
What a fool she had been.
The letter suddenly ripped out of her hands. She was bewildered for a microsecond before realizing someone had snatched it from her. When she realized who that someone was, she plunked down her mug, tossed her laptop aside, and lunged at him.
Bobby lifted his arm, the letter miles out of her reach. “What’s this?” He was smiling, playful sparkles glinting in his eyes.
Oh, she remembered this game. Back when they’d been together, she’d loved it. He would take something of hers and play keep-away while she practically climbed all over him. Eventually they would end up making out.
Back then, it had been fun. But now…“It’s personal,” she said, trying to hide her panic. If he read it, if he saw...Oh God. He couldn’t! “Give it back.”
“ Hmmm.” His eyes glittered as he flipped the paper over in his lifted hand to read the part that wasn’t crushed in his fists. “Is that my name?”
“No!” Desperate now, she hopped, arm stretched, and tried to grab it. She failed. “Give it back.”
“That’ s my name. What is this?” Raising his other hand, he stretched the letter flat so he could read it.
She was going to die from embarrassment. “It’s nothing. Just an old letter.” She jumped a second time, and he twisted, keeping it out of reach yet again.
He focused on the page. Now he was not only distracted but closer to the couch. Desperate to get the letter before he read the whole thing, she stepped up on the cushion and thrust a hand out. She caught it smack dab in the center and tore it away from him.
He whirled around to grab it back. When she crushed it into a ball and hid it behind her back, he reached both arms around her back, caging her body between them. “I want to read that
Did she? “No.”
“Then maybe we can be friends?”
“Friends.?” She thought about it for a few seconds. “I would like that. You coming here to help is a big step toward that. But it’s going to take some time…”
A soft smile tugged at his lips, reminding her why she ’d fallen so hard for him. “That’s fair. At least I have some hope.” Glancing down, he released her hand. “I’d better get the rest of my stuff out of your living room. Wouldn’t want to try to explain that to DHS.”
“Exactly.” Aware of his eyes on her back, she descended the stairs, hoping she wouldn’t regret bringing Bobby back into her life.
She wouldn’t trust him. Not for a long time…if ever.
Aeron tugged on Cojack’s leash. He’d stood out side of Jenn’s house for at least fifteen minutes. He’d seen enough.
There was another guy there now.
Living there.
Maybe holding her. Kissing her. Making love to her.
She had what she needed.
And he…he just wished this case was done so he wouldn’t have to see her again. Just the thought of her being in another guy’s arms made him burn with fury.
There was nothing he could do about it. Absolutely nothing.
Yep, he was in hell. No doubt about it.
Eleven
It felt good to have a man in the house again. Strange, but good. While the neighborhood wasn’t the best, it wasn’t the worst either. S till, she hadn’t realized how uneasy and vulnerable she felt until now. With Bobby in the house, she felt safer.
For the first time in ages, she slept the whole night through.
The next morning, sitting in her usual spot, her closed laptop balanced on her thighs, she sipped her coffee. Lying open on top of her computer was the handwritten letter she’d written to Bobby the day he had broken up with her. She’d never sent it. More than once she’d been grateful for the fact that she hadn’t found the courage.
I’m madly, deeply in love with you. I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. I may have had my doubts about us, but now I know, without any doubt, that we belong together forever. I’m ready, Bobby. I’m ready to take the next step.
Yours forever, Jenn.
What a fool she had been.
The letter suddenly ripped out of her hands. She was bewildered for a microsecond before realizing someone had snatched it from her. When she realized who that someone was, she plunked down her mug, tossed her laptop aside, and lunged at him.
Bobby lifted his arm, the letter miles out of her reach. “What’s this?” He was smiling, playful sparkles glinting in his eyes.
Oh, she remembered this game. Back when they’d been together, she’d loved it. He would take something of hers and play keep-away while she practically climbed all over him. Eventually they would end up making out.
Back then, it had been fun. But now…“It’s personal,” she said, trying to hide her panic. If he read it, if he saw...Oh God. He couldn’t! “Give it back.”
“ Hmmm.” His eyes glittered as he flipped the paper over in his lifted hand to read the part that wasn’t crushed in his fists. “Is that my name?”
“No!” Desperate now, she hopped, arm stretched, and tried to grab it. She failed. “Give it back.”
“That’ s my name. What is this?” Raising his other hand, he stretched the letter flat so he could read it.
She was going to die from embarrassment. “It’s nothing. Just an old letter.” She jumped a second time, and he twisted, keeping it out of reach yet again.
He focused on the page. Now he was not only distracted but closer to the couch. Desperate to get the letter before he read the whole thing, she stepped up on the cushion and thrust a hand out. She caught it smack dab in the center and tore it away from him.
He whirled around to grab it back. When she crushed it into a ball and hid it behind her back, he reached both arms around her back, caging her body between them. “I want to read that
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