and began searching. Price was standing so close I could feel the heat of him through my robe. I glared at him, but he was staring down at me with a curious look.
“How am I lying if I flirt with you?”
“Don’t act stupid. You don’t like me. You aren’t attracted to me. Therefore, flirting with me is a lie of action.”
He folded his arms and propped his hip against the island, watching me intently. “And what if I am attracted you?”
I scowled at him. “What is the point of even going there? You aren’t. End of story.” I couldn’t imagine he was. I was pretty sure I was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard to him.
I found a pair of underwear and went around to the other side of the closet to flip through the jeans dangling from hangers. I found a pair that could fit and probably cost a good five hundred dollars on sale. There wasn’t a tee shirt of any variety to be found, but Taylor had some long-sleeved Patagonia shirts that weren’t too bad. I picked out a dark green one that would set off my hair—
Oh, hell, was I losing it or what? Josh had been tortured and kidnapped, and I was thinking about looking good? For Price ?
Sometime in the day, I must have gotten a concussion. Brain damage. There was no other explanation.
Having collected my wardrobe, I faced Price again. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me like I was dinner.
“What?”
He stepped forward until there wasn’t much between us but my robe and his clothes. I shivered all the way down to my heels.
He bent so that his lips were a millimeter from mine. He held himself there, unmoving, until I thought I’d have to kick him in the shins. Given I was barefoot, I’m pretty sure which one of us would regret it most. Then quietly, he said, “I like your hair.”
He straightened and flashed a wicked grin at me before disappearing out of the bedroom. I stared after him, my stomach melting into ribbons of hot taffy.
He liked my hair.
He wasn’t talking about the stuff on my head.
Oh fuckity fuck fuck fuck . I would not, could not, be stupid enough to even contemplate getting into bed with Detective-Asshole Clay Price.
If only my idiot body agreed, but it definitely had other ideas, and they all involved getting sweaty with Price.
I was so screwed.
Chapter 7
BY MORNING I’D managed to get my libido under control. Or so I told myself firmly as I rolled out of bed.
I looked out the window. The world was white. A few flakes of snow still floated down over what looked like a German fairytale setting. Buildings were frosted thick, their edges soft and rounded. The streets hadn’t been cleared. Everything looked still and silent.
We had to get out there, through this snow somehow, and find Josh. Who knew how long they’d keep him alive? He might already be dead. The thought spurred me.
I yanked off my borrowed nightgown and pulled on my borrowed clothes. I ran downstairs to find Price drinking a mug of coffee while flipping through pages on the computer.
“That smells good,” I said. “Where’s Taylor?”
“Still asleep, which is good. You and I need to talk.”
“Are we breaking up so soon?” I asked, putting a hand over my heart. “Oh no! Whatever shall I do? My heart is shattered.”
“You’re an idiot,” he said, leading the way into the kitchen and filling a mug with coffee. “Sugar? Cream?”
“Both,” I said. “Plenty of them.”
He made a face at the mixture. I sipped it with a grateful groan. “Oh, my sweet, sweet delicious coffee. How I’ve missed you.”
He watched me lick my lips. Oh, there you are little libido , I thought as heat zinged through my belly. I thought I told you to stop this.
“We need to go back to the apartment and see if you can trace Josh,” Price said, jumping right to business.
I could live with that. Much better than imagining me and him wrestling around in bed.
Heat spiraled up from my toes to the crown of my head. Hell . Focus.
“We aren’t going to find him
“How am I lying if I flirt with you?”
“Don’t act stupid. You don’t like me. You aren’t attracted to me. Therefore, flirting with me is a lie of action.”
He folded his arms and propped his hip against the island, watching me intently. “And what if I am attracted you?”
I scowled at him. “What is the point of even going there? You aren’t. End of story.” I couldn’t imagine he was. I was pretty sure I was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard to him.
I found a pair of underwear and went around to the other side of the closet to flip through the jeans dangling from hangers. I found a pair that could fit and probably cost a good five hundred dollars on sale. There wasn’t a tee shirt of any variety to be found, but Taylor had some long-sleeved Patagonia shirts that weren’t too bad. I picked out a dark green one that would set off my hair—
Oh, hell, was I losing it or what? Josh had been tortured and kidnapped, and I was thinking about looking good? For Price ?
Sometime in the day, I must have gotten a concussion. Brain damage. There was no other explanation.
Having collected my wardrobe, I faced Price again. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me like I was dinner.
“What?”
He stepped forward until there wasn’t much between us but my robe and his clothes. I shivered all the way down to my heels.
He bent so that his lips were a millimeter from mine. He held himself there, unmoving, until I thought I’d have to kick him in the shins. Given I was barefoot, I’m pretty sure which one of us would regret it most. Then quietly, he said, “I like your hair.”
He straightened and flashed a wicked grin at me before disappearing out of the bedroom. I stared after him, my stomach melting into ribbons of hot taffy.
He liked my hair.
He wasn’t talking about the stuff on my head.
Oh fuckity fuck fuck fuck . I would not, could not, be stupid enough to even contemplate getting into bed with Detective-Asshole Clay Price.
If only my idiot body agreed, but it definitely had other ideas, and they all involved getting sweaty with Price.
I was so screwed.
Chapter 7
BY MORNING I’D managed to get my libido under control. Or so I told myself firmly as I rolled out of bed.
I looked out the window. The world was white. A few flakes of snow still floated down over what looked like a German fairytale setting. Buildings were frosted thick, their edges soft and rounded. The streets hadn’t been cleared. Everything looked still and silent.
We had to get out there, through this snow somehow, and find Josh. Who knew how long they’d keep him alive? He might already be dead. The thought spurred me.
I yanked off my borrowed nightgown and pulled on my borrowed clothes. I ran downstairs to find Price drinking a mug of coffee while flipping through pages on the computer.
“That smells good,” I said. “Where’s Taylor?”
“Still asleep, which is good. You and I need to talk.”
“Are we breaking up so soon?” I asked, putting a hand over my heart. “Oh no! Whatever shall I do? My heart is shattered.”
“You’re an idiot,” he said, leading the way into the kitchen and filling a mug with coffee. “Sugar? Cream?”
“Both,” I said. “Plenty of them.”
He made a face at the mixture. I sipped it with a grateful groan. “Oh, my sweet, sweet delicious coffee. How I’ve missed you.”
He watched me lick my lips. Oh, there you are little libido , I thought as heat zinged through my belly. I thought I told you to stop this.
“We need to go back to the apartment and see if you can trace Josh,” Price said, jumping right to business.
I could live with that. Much better than imagining me and him wrestling around in bed.
Heat spiraled up from my toes to the crown of my head. Hell . Focus.
“We aren’t going to find him
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