SEAL Wolf In Too Deep by Terry Spear

them if they suddenly said they couldn’t work together? She wanted to clear the air between them if he was bothered by what had happened between them last night.
    â€œSo, not a morning person?” she finally asked.
    He smiled and glanced at her. “Sorry. Gathering wool. Just running over several scenarios in my mind.”
    â€œAny that you care to share with me?”
    He turned off on the road to the lake and shook his head. “Nothing earth-shattering. Same stuff we’ve been pondering since we started this investigation.”
    â€œWhy would the sedan follow me? We’re both working the case. Why would the driver follow me and not someone else who’s investigating it? Doesn’t make any sense to me.”
    â€œNot sure. If he was a serial killer and you fit the description of the victim—a beautiful brunette, petite—then maybe we would see a similarity. Or if you knew the victim, which you didn’t. So I really don’t know where this is leading.”
    A beautiful brunette? That made her feel a little better. “Are you a morning person?” She had to know. It seemed everyone she knew married opposites. Not that she was thinking in those terms, but she was just curious.
    â€œI love the dawn and dusk and every moment in between.”
    She smiled at that. “That’s nice. I guess the case just has you bothered.” And the one involving his sister and friend’s wife too. No matter what, Debbie didn’t want a little kiss to come between them.

Chapter 8
    Allan realized Debbie was bothered by his distant behavior this morning. He really shouldn’t have kissed her. He hadn’t planned to. Not until he saw her funny mugs and her face turn fifty shades of red, and then she had sprayed him with whipped cream and washed him down. He’d thought the cocoa would help him sleep, but after all that?
    Hell, all he could think of was how much he wished he could have joined her in bed.
    â€œYeah, sorry. I’m usually much chattier in the morning when someone’s around. Like Paul,” Allan said quickly, not wanting Debbie to think he had been shacking up with all kinds of women. Why he felt compelled to explain himself, he had no idea.
    He generally talked to Paul in the mornings when they were staying together on assignments. But this morning, he kept pondering the cases. Not to mention the situation between him and Debbie. He was perturbed with himself over it. He knew better than to get intimately involved with a human woman he really cared about, even if they’d only shared the sweetest of kisses. He hadn’t wanted to stop at that and had to use the utmost restraint not to pull her into his arms, hold her close, and kiss her the way he had really wanted. That was the problem. Not what they had done, but what he had wanted to do—and ensuring it didn’t happen.
    â€œAh, well, if you begin talking to me like that in the morning, I’ll hear you, but it might take a while to process and respond.”
    He chuckled. “Truly? I noticed.” On a couple of other assignments when he’d run ideas past her and she had to be asked two or three times, he had been certain she wasn’t a morning person. After the beer last night, he believed she wasn’t a night person either. He knew it took Debbie a while to wake up in the morning, so he really didn’t think she’d notice he was being so quiet. He guessed then that he must normally talk more to her when they met to work on the day’s activities than he realized.
    She sighed. “Sorry.”
    â€œI don’t mind. As long as you’re not ticked off with me about something, I’m good.”
    She laughed. “Okay. Same here.”
    They’d already suited up before they arrived because it was too cold to put their wet suits on next to the lake. But when they got out of the lake, they would be in a rush to undress. They both had water