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“I prefer you, Will Covington,” Lucy said with a smile. “Even if he does maybe know Cher.”
Damn, she was pretty.
“If he doesn’t talk, how do you know he’s married?” he asked.
“He’s got a ring on his left hand.”
Well, then, that was something.
“What’re your plans for the evening?” Will asked.
She licked at her lower lip, mesmerizing him, and reminding him there were lots of things they could do together.
“Getting you moved in, I guess. I was going to make room for your stuff when you came in. Will one drawer be enough, or do you need two?”
He studied her mouth with rapt attention. Every part of his body was wide awake.
“Earth to Will.” She waved a hand in front of his face.
His breath quickened as her mouth ticked into a grin. “Huh?”
“What’s with you? Are you still upset your bodyguard tried to save me from you?”
Of course he was upset the guy he paid to protect her had plastered himself against her, but he wasn’t going to tell her.
“No. All good. One drawer. Perfect.”
“You should know that your story is all stacked for sweeps week. It’s gonna be great,” Lucy said, seeming to let the normalcy of them together take hold. “I saw the final today.”
He smiled and it bought him one right back.
Her grin faltered. “I’ve also been thinking about something…”
“Okay.” But, why did it seem like he wasn’t going to like what she had to say?
She seemed to take a mental inventory before speaking. “For eight freaking months, I’ve taken a back seat in my own life. Eight months of hiding from someone who tracked me anyway. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want to continue removing myself from a job I loved. He’s found me anyway, so I’m tired of hiding from him.”
“What does that mean? You’re tired of hiding?”
“I kept myself off camera. Gave him exactly what he wanted,” she said. The words spilled quickly. “All that had got me nowhere. I think it’s time to prepare for the future I have always wanted. A future in front of the lens—not behind.”
“You want to taunt him?” That seemed like a horrible idea.
“Neilson and I tossed the word bait around a little,” she said.
He gritted his teeth. “You are not bait.”
“He already knows where I am, what does it matter if I do some time in front of the camera?” she said it, but there was still a flicker of fear in her eyes.
Now it was his turn to take the mental inventory.
“I can’t risk you,” he said.
She deflated, and he hated that his words had done that.
So he strode to her, placed his hand against her jaw. “We’re going to get this guy. And when we do, you will be safe. And when you are safe, you have my full support.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
