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She climbed inside, and he followed suit.
“How’s everything with Harper and Deckard?”
“Good, they’re heading out for their first interview.”
The thought of Deckard MacLeod on her case still seemed so surreal.
Christian looked over and gave her hand a squeeze before pulling out. “If anyone can find the truth, it’s Deck. You’re in good hands.”
She prayed he was right.
He arched a brow. “You don’t look convinced.”
“It’s just new to me, and...”
“And?”
“My DNA testing put Mitch Abrams at the crime. Deckard believed him innocent and got him off. I don’t see how the two can both be right.”
“That’s a good point,” Christian said, finally having a clear opening to reverse out of the lot. He shifted into drive and headed back up the hill they’d come down. “Shortcut to Sarah’s.” He then slowed to wait for kids riding their bikes on the neighborhood roads to move to the side.
“I always loved riding my bike. Just something freeing about it.”
“Yeah, I never learned.”
She dipped her head, feeling awful she’d brought up somethingthat made perfect sense he wouldn’t have been able to do. “I’m sorry. I...”
“All good.” He shrugged. “Just never took the opportunity. I can ride a motorcycle and a horse. Just never tried a bike,” he said as he pulled in the driveway of a caramel-colored adobe home. He shifted the Equinox into park and cut the ignition.
“We have to rectify that when this case is over,” she said, sliding closer to him. “I know the perfect place, and we can take a picnic with us.”
He squeezed her hand again. “That sounds perfect.” He tilted his head and cupped her face.
Without thinking, she leaned into him, and he placed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that all morning,” he whispered, kissing her again. She got lost in the feel of his lips on hers, his breath mingling with hers.
He pulled back just enough to break the kiss.
Come back.
“I wasn’t sure ... if ... how...” he murmured.
She slipped her hair behind her ear. “How things would be this morning? If we were...” she said, nudging him along.
“Moving forward?” he said.
“Yeah.” She held her breath.Please say yes.
He caressed her cheek. “I hope so with all my being.” He leaned back in, his hand slipping behind her neck, his fingers running through her hair.
“Are you two going to sit and canoodle all day in my driveway?” a woman said.
Andi flung back, her eyes opening wide. She looked over at the elderly woman standing in front of the car, one hand on her hip, a smirk on her lips.
Oh sheesh. She’d been so caught up in Christian, she’d forgotten they were in someone else’s driveway.
He gave a we-got-caught smile and hopped out of the car. “Sorry, Mrs. Basinger.”
He moved around to open Andi’s door.
