He also didn’t know why he did it, he just did. And what he did was use his hand on her arm to pull her closer until they were inches apart.
That got him much the same look she gave him at La-La Land Coffee but without the pain. Her pretty pink lips parted, her beautiful blue eyes got wide and her flawless pale skin got paler.
Without the pain and with only inches between them, that look was f**king spectacular.
He also noticed she wasn’t breathing.
Therefore, he bent his head toward hers and whispered, “Breathe, Faye.”
Her breath left her in a soft whoosh.
That was cute, the look on her face still magnificent, the effect of both together with her proximity was just plain hot.
Jesus.
Making matters worse, she smelled good.
No, not good.
Fucking amazing.
Christ, he wanted to kiss her. Ached to do it.
“Is there more?” she whispered and he blinked, his eyes shifting from their attention to her mouth to hers.
“You were right,” he whispered back. “I’m workin’ through some shit.”
“I can imagine,” she replied, swinging her body back a few inches, coolness washing through her features. No, not cold. Again distant.
“Doesn’t make it okay to be a dick,” he carried on.
“This is true,” she agreed.
“What I said was not nice and it was not acceptable.”
“I think I got that you felt that way when you apologized, Detective Keaton.”
He pulled her back the inches she’d shifted away at the same time he curled his body closer to hers, locked his eyes with her blue ones and whispered, “Chace.”
He watched her swallow, the coolness left her features, a flash of nervousness and uncertainty went through her eyes, but she didn’t reply.
“I’d really like to know, Faye, that you accept my apology,” he told her quietly.
“I already said I did.” Her sweet, quiet voice came back at him instantly.
“Right, then what I’d like to know is that you mean it.”
She held his eyes and he not only sensed but saw her breath escalating.
Cute and hot.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.
Then she whispered, “I mean it.”
“You mean it what?” Chace returned immediately, going for it. Shit, even so much as needing it.