Sleeping With The Enemy

“It’s an observation,” she said, the husky nuances of her voice conjuring plenty of images, but not a single one of them professional.

“So you’ve been observing, huh?”

Her mouth opened, then snapped shut. Damn, but he wished he could see her eyes clearly.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, it’s… Just drink plenty of water. And that is my professional opinion.” The sound of her door closing was followed by the slide of the safety chain.

He shrugged and went back to the mower blade. Not exactly the kind of conversation he’d envisioned, nor would it even remotely classify as a success as far as getting closer to her.

He slid the stone along the dulled blade. Considering his lack of progress all week, he supposed today’s encounter ranked right up there with mediocre success.

She noticed him. She noticed him and it bothered her. If that was the case, then Chase knew it’d only be a matter of time before he located the right combination to unlock the secrets that would lead him right to Jared Romine.

He heard the gentle glide of metal against metal again, followed by the jingle of the safety chain.

He looked up expectantly as her door opened one more time. She pushed open the screen door and stepped onto the covered porch. “Have you eaten?” The slight irritation he’d detected earlier hadn’t dissipated. The gold highlighting her green eyes intensified, almost flaring to life.

God, she had the most intriguing gaze. He couldn’t help wondering what they’d do when banked in passion.

He shrugged and shot for a casual attitude he was far from feeling. He was close, he could feel it, and he had to play it cool so he didn’t blow it. “Not since lunch, why?”

She slid her hands into the front pockets of her khaki walking shorts and frowned. “I have some halibut defrosted. It’s too much for just one person and it’d end up going to waste…”

“You inviting me to dinner, Doc?”

She let out a puff of breath. “I guess I am.”

He grinned, and set the blade and sharpening stone on the step beside him. “Then you got yourself a date,” he said rising.

“Uh, this isn’t, isn’t a date.”

Chase just grinned. He didn’t care what she was calling it. He’d just gotten closer, and that’s all that mattered. Almost all that mattered, he amended.

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