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“Eat.”
He finished his plate before he leaned back in the chair. Her eyes were on him, wary, questioning, and filled with another emotion he couldn’t quite figure out.
She didn’t eat much and after a few bites, she pushed her plate away. “I’ve eaten. Now talk.”
“There is an obvious disturbed individual hell-bent on getting to you, one way or another. Both your sister and brother are away at the moment. So I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“What about the police or the sheriff’s department?”
“I can be here at night. In the same house.”
She glared at him. “I don’t like it.”
He had no answer to that. She got up and began clearing the table. He helped and within minutes, they’d cleaned the kitchen. He was trying his best to ignore the flowery scent surrounding her, the way she was chewing her lower lip, and her soft curls that touched him whenever he got too close to her.
“I’m going to bed,” she finally said. “Let me show you where you can sleep.”
“I’m happy to use the couch.”
“Not necessary. I’ve moved into Charlie’s old room. Gavin’s room is full of his stuff, but I cleared out my old room when I moved to Charlie’s. The bed is made up.”
Grabbing his bag, he followed her up the stairs, forcing his eyes to stay on her feet while one thought kept going round and round in his head. He’d be sleeping in her bed. Damn.
And she’d be close by. Oh, man. Clenching his jaw, he counted the stairs until they finally reached the second level of the house. After she was in bed, he would come down again to check that everything was locked.
Lindsay walked to the first door and opened it. “The room has its own bathroom. Let me know if you need anything. There should be clean towels...”
She turned; he’d stepped forward; they met up real close.
“Thank you,” he said, his eyes on her soft lips. This close, her scent reeled him in. Quickly, he put his hand not holding the bag into his pocket.
“Good night,” she said, chewing her lip.
Damn, she was killing him. He nodded and waited for her to leave. But she didn’t.
For long moments they stared at one another. It would be the easiest thing to bring her closer, to kiss her. To pull that soft, lacy top over her head and to...
“You should go to your room,” he got out.
She didn’t immediately move.
With a groan, he put out his hand and touched her lips. “Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you. It’s all I can think of.”
This time, she fled.
He had to lean against the door frame for a moment as he watched her entering the room next to his. How the hell was he supposed to sleep, knowing she was on the other side of a thin wall?
Cursing a blue streak, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He was here to protect her. That was it.
The last time he hadn’t been focused on what he was supposed to be doing, someone got killed.
––––––––
There were still amillion butterflies going crazy in her tummy by the time Lindsay switched off her bedside light. She’d tried to read. When that hadn’t worked, she’d tried mindful meditation. After she’d broken it off with Mark, this technique had helped her feel whole again. And usually, when focusing on her breathing, keeping other thoughts at bay, she could relax.
But the thought of Blake Davidson’s eyes on her mouth simply refused to be kept at bay, or pushed to any other place than firmly in her mind.
Finally, she added two drops of lavender, eucalyptus, and peppermint in the diffuser she kept in her room. Hopefully, the relaxing aromas would help her to fall asleep. While Blake Davidson was sleeping in her old room. Only a short few steps from where she was lying.
