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“That works.”
“Let’s go get your car. They ought to be ready to release it by now.”
She waved off his suggestion. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll call Jack later. He’ll be glad to swing by and give me a lift. I’m sure he’s chomping at the bit for the scoop on our evening.” She crossed toward the door. “Take care of your grandmother.”
“Are you going to tell him we’ve decided to date?”
She paused at the door. “Have we?”
“I’m game if you are.”
“I’m not certain it’s wise to mix business and pleasure.”
“Our business should be winding down soon.”
Sad but true. Unless she made serious headway on Les’s case or his list in the next few days, Sarge was going to tell her to let it go.
“Why don’t we give it two more weeks?”
Marc let out a theatrical sigh. “I guess I can hang on for fourteen days.” He pulled out his keys, but as he faced her, all humor faded from his expression. “You want to schedule an official date for two weeks from today?”
His question wasn’t just about a date.
He was asking her if she was willing to explore the attraction between them with serious intent.
And while dating hadn’t been on her agenda for the next few months, it would be nuts to pass up the opportunity that had dropped into her lap to get better acquainted with the most amazing man she’d ever met.
“That sounds great.”
A slow smile warmed his eyes, and he leaned toward her, his intent clear.
She let her eyelids drift closed and tipped her chin up, but all he did was brush his lips across her forehead.
Well, shoot.
“A preview, to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” His promise was a whisper of warmth against her skin before he backed off.
“That was”—her voice rasped, and she tried again—“that was, uh, tantalizing.”
“Hold that thought. See you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” With her heart banging against her rib cage, a one-word response was all she could manage.
She waited until he reached his car and lifted a hand infarewell. Responded in kind. Closed the door and wandered back to the kitchen after he drove away.
They never had gotten around to dessert.
But much as she loved Ted Drewes, the creamy, rich sweetness of frozen custard came in a distant second to the sweetness of the kiss Marc had trailed across her forehead.
And best of all?
There would be more to come as soon as she put the Kavanaugh case to bed.
THE END WASIN SIGHT.
Finally.
An owl hooted in the blackness—a forlorn, eerie sound in the silent forest—and I shuddered as I adjusted my night-vision goggles. Peered at the tent.
