Redwing's Lady

Daniel chuckled, and Maggie lifted a helpless gaze toward the ceiling.

“Eat your sandwich,” she ordered Aaron, then seeing Daniel had finished the food on his plate, Maggie asked, “Would you care for coffee and a piece of pound cake?”

Daniel figured she was more than ready for him to leave, but he was going to deliberately ignore her wishes. After tonight he probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to share this sort of time with her or Aaron. He had to make the most of these moments.

“Sounds good.”

“What about me?” Aaron chimed in. “Can’t I have cake, too?”

“Cake, but no coffee,” Maggie told him as she rose from the table. “And then you’re going straight to bed.”

Aaron’s freckled nose wrinkled up with disappointment. “Aw, heck, I want to talk to Daniel some more.”

“I’m sure Daniel is all talked out by you.”

Daniel glanced over to where Maggie stood at the cabinet, but she had her gaze focused on the long loaf of cake she was slicing.

“Aaron hasn’t talked me out. But I do have to be leaving soon,” he announced.

“How come?” Aaron asked with frank innocence. “Don’t you want to stay and talk to Mom a little more?”

“Aaron!” Maggie sternly warned.

Daniel could hardly keep from flashing a grin at his new little buddy. “I can’t think of anything I’d like to do better. But I have work to finish tonight. Maybe I’ll get to talk to her another time,” he said just as she was placing the plate of cake in front of him.

Pausing at his shoulder, Maggie looked down at him. The warm suggestive signals in his brown eyes seemed to arc straight into her, flooding her limbs with heat and her cheeks with color.

Nervously she wiped her sweaty palms down the front of her thighs. “Uh…do you want cream with your coffee?”

“No. Black is fine.”

She served Aaron his dessert, then went back to her seat and tried to pour all of her attention into the piece of cake in front of her. But she could hardly choke down more than two bites. She wanted—no, she needed for the meal to be over and for Deputy Daniel Redwing to be gone. Otherwise, she would be unable to keep her eyes from straying to his lips and her senses from remembering every reckless second she’d spent in his arms.

Glancing down the table, she noticed Aaron’s eyelids were beginning to droop and the movement of his fork was growing slower and slower. The long, traumatic day was catching up to him, and now he was about to fall asleep right in his plate.

“Aaron, I really think you’re too sleepy to finish your cake. Why don’t you say good-night to Daniel and go to bed,” she gently suggested.

His mother’s voice stirred Aaron from his sleepy stupor and he lay down his fork and climbed out of his chair.

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