Page 33 of Lay Down the Law

“For goodness sakes, she’s got time for a piece of cake.” Giving him an annoyed glance over her shoulder, Mrs. Thornsberry headed for the living room.

Erin’s discomfort grew. Nick obviously wasn’t happy to see her. It was clear he didn’t want her there. Glancing back at her cruiser, she took a step back. “I’ve got to get back—”

“It’s all right.” He opened the door wider and stepped aside. “Come on in.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude.”

His gaze locked with hers. Erin felt stripped bare by the power behind it. She’d never had a difficult time with eye contact, but Nick’s gaze was so intense she couldn’t hold it.

“I figured we probably couldn’t avoid each other much longer,” he said in a low voice.

She looked anywhere but into those dark, dangerous eyes of his. “I wasn’t—”

“Avoidance probably isn’t a good strategy, anyway, considering we work together.”

Heat suffused her cheeks. Something warm and jumpy fluttered in her chest when images of the kiss came to her unbidden. The feel of his mouth against hers. The way he’d wrapped her in his arms. The hardness of his body as he pulled her close.

She wanted to say something flippant, maybe just to prove to him that blasted kiss hadn’t affected her in the least, but the power of speech seemed to have left her. She stepped past him, and every nerve ending in her body went on alert when the tangy essence of his aftershave curled around her brain. The memory of the kiss sharpened, expanded, until it filled her with a longing she wanted desperately to deny.

Nick motioned toward the hall. “I appreciate you bringing a gift. It wasn’t necessary, but I’m sure Steph will like it.”

Feeling breathless and off-kilter, Erin started down the hall, wishing she’d heeded her own common sense and brought the gift by when Nick wasn’t home.

They reached the living room a moment later. Hector nodded a greeting from his place on the sofa. Mrs. Thornsberry looked on from the kitchen doorway. Steph sat in her wheelchair in the center of the room, surrounded by crumpled wrapping paper and assorted gifts.

“Hi, Steph,” Erin said. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

Her heart melted when the little girl smiled. Such a pretty smile. Too bad she didn’t do it more often.

“Dad got me a new easel for sketching,” she said. “Want to see my new pad?”

“Sure.” Erin took the pad from her, feeling inept, since she didn’t know a thing about sketching, and opened it to feel the texture of the paper. “Very nice. What do you sketch?”

“Sometimes I sketch Bandito. Sometimes my mom, but I’m not very good at faces, so I mostly just make stuff up. I’m pretty good at evening gowns and dresses, too.”

“Ah, a budding clothes designer,” Erin said.

Pride jumped into the little girl’s eyes, and her grin widened. “My dad says I’m going to give Liz Claiborne a run for her money.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Erin handed her the sketch pad. “Maybe you could show me your drawings sometime.”

“’Kay.”

Mrs. Thornsberry took Erin’s gift from Nick and set it on Stephanie’s lap. The little girl picked up the box and shook it. “Sure is big.”

Leaning against the wall with his arms folded, Nick smiled at his daughter, the first genuine smile Erin had seen since she’d walked in.

“Have at it, honeybunch.” His gaze met Erin’s, the smile he’d given his daughter still flirting with his mouth.

He had one of the nicest smiles she’d ever seen. Too bad he didn’t use it more often. Disconcerted that she’d noticed something she shouldn’t have, she looked away.

Stephanie stripped the paper from the box. Erin watched, anticipation building in her chest. The little girl’s hands stilled. The crackle of wrapping paper stopped abruptly. Dead silence fell over the room. Stephanie stared at the bright orange basketball, blinking as if someone had just played a cruel joke on her.

“It’s a basketball,” she said dully.

Erin’s stomach went into a slow roll. Praying her carefully chosen gift didn’t turn into a negative experience for the girl, she stepped forward. “I saw the hoop above the garage door outside and thought you might like to start playing again.”