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The captain nods. “Yeah. It’s nothing personal.”
Her fuming gaze doesn’t lighten one bit and I get the feeling that it’s highly personal.
“As soon as I get everything taken care of here, I’d like to take Allie home. I’m going to need to stand guard on her while we’re investigating since she’s our only witness.”
The captain nods and she fumes, her arms crossed over her voluptuous chest.
“We’ll discuss this later.”
“No discussion. That’s what’s happening.”
And I stomp off, leaving her alone with the captain and leaving my mind to try and work out how the hell I’m gonna keep my hands to myself.
Especially when I don’t want to.
CHAPTER5
Allie
There’s something to be said for a plain, boring old day. I used to wish for a little excitement. Now I wish that my damn head had just shut that shit down. Boring sounds great right about now.
Instead, I’m standing in Raymond’s little house and he’s showing me to the spare bedroom.
Nothing I said would change Raymond’s or the captain’s mind so now I’m stuck here until we get a lead. Or catch the guy. Or I completely lose it and run for the hills after murdering Raymond.
Or jumping his damn bones. Either way, I’m fucked.
“Here you go. The sheets are clean and there’s a bathroom of your own through there.” He points at a door that I thought was a closet. He cracks it open and I see the white tile inside and the soft cream walls.
“Thank you. That’s very nice of you considering…” I stop talking and flush, looking down, not wanting to finish the sentence.
“Hey,” he paces over towards me and I hold my breath when he gets to within inches. “It’s okay. I know this is awkward but I promise you that I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re completely safe here.”
I want to throw my head back and laugh. Right now the last thing I’m worried about is a killer. I’m more worried about my raging hormones that are ready to take over and climb him like he’s a set of monkey bars.
I laugh nervously. “I’m sure I am. I’m just tired.” I fake a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, watching his whiskey eyes turn deep brown and spark with golden fire, following my every movement.
He nods and hands me a set of his clothes to sleep in. “These will work for tonight. We’ll go to your place in the morning and pick up some things for you.”
“That’s not really necessary. None of this is. I can just go home and I’m sure that it will all be alright. Why would he follow me?”
He stalks up to me and his dark eyes are more intense than I’ve ever seen them. “You don’t get it, do you? You witnessed a murder. You are a witness and killers don’t like witnesses or loose ends.”
“I didn’t see the murder,” I protest, crossing my arms over my chest and watching his eyes follow the movement again.
“He doesn’t know that. And even if he did know that, you still saw him beside the body and at some point, you might remember something important.”
“I don’t,” I protest. “I barely saw anything except his eyes.”
His head comes up like a bloodhound on the scent. “You didn’t mention that before.”
Flushing, I pace around the room and then sink to the bed. “I-I didn’t remember. I just did right now.”
He goes into full cop mode. “What did they look like? What color were they? Were they narrow? Did he have dark eyelashes or light? Any freckles?”
“I didn’t see his face. Just his eyes.”
“What did they look like?”
