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“It’s not right though.” I place a hand on his arm and look up at him. “You hurt, and you deserve a friend acknowledging that.”
His gaze is steady on my hand. “Is that what we are now? Friends?”
“Not sure. My friends aren’t the kind to purposefully lock me in a cell to have a heart-to-heart.”
“You need better friends then.” He smiles, and I make a face at him.
“Now that I’ve heard you out, will you drive me to my car?”
“Only if you promise me one thing,” he says, and I look up at him, intrigued. “Clear your schedule for one day next week. During the day, while the kids are in school.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me on this.”
Trust him?
The man literally kidnapped me tonight and held me against my will. On the other hand, he also called my ex, got my name cleared, and made sure my son had his teddy bear to go to sleep. I suppose I do trust him. Plus, he said he’s not attracted to me. I believe the correct phrase wasnot his type … at all. I’ll try to forget how that arrow to my ego is dangling from my chest, but it’s for the better. I don’t need a man in my life, let alone one who just ended an engagement.
Yet, for all the reasons I shouldn’t clear my schedule for this man, I somehow end up saying, “Fine.”
He smiles as he slides his hand into his back pocket and produces my car keys. “Good. And I don’t have to drive you to your car. I had one of my officers bring it here.”
I snag them from his hand. “You’re insane.”
“Melissa, we already established that, when it comes to you, I’m a bit deranged.”
ten
SINCE WILL SAID TOclear my schedule, I spent all week trying not to wonder where I was going. To my surprise, he hasn’t said a word. It’s infuriating. I refuse to text him because I don’t want him to think I care because … I don’t.
Yet I do.
For the record, being nonchalant is mentally exhausting.
I’m dressing and redressing myself for something I don’t know how to dress for. I decide on jeans, a sweater, and leather boots. My hair is blown out straight, and my makeup is minimal.
A car door closing outside has me looking out the window to see Will heading up the front path. I take my time walking down the stairs, taking so long that he rings the bell a second time.
With the most casual of movements, I open the door. Will is wearing dark jeans, a leather jacket, and those damn boots. A small shiver runs up my sides, so I shimmy my shoulders a little. A hot cop in leather is what dirty magazines were made for. I’d turn to page twenty to see the centerfold.
Will slides his hands into his jacket pockets and leans back on his heels. “Do I look okay?”
“Yeah. You look good. Why are you asking?”
“Because you’re staring.” The bastard has the nerve to say that straight-faced.
I ignore his cockiness. “Shouldn’t we be talking about if I look okay, considering I don’t know where we’re going?”
His eyes leave mine, and he takes a quick glance at my attire. “You look fine.”
“Couldn’t have killed you to throw in a compliment.”
I put my coat on, and he grabs my elbow, forcing me to halt and look up at him. The sultry look in his gaze is fluid and sexy.
“That sweater you have on brings out the blue in your eyes. It’s actually unfair how intimidating they are—like the ocean before a storm. I could get lost in them and die drowning.” His smolder morphs to a wide grin with a wink. “Better?”
If the walls had a stethoscope, they’d hear my pulse pounding.
