“I’m not tellin’ you to stop. I’m tellin’ you to take a break, make them think Darius negotiated you off the streets. Get some action where you can try what you’ve learned. Then you can go back after them.”
“Luke –”
“Give it a week, with me.”
I didn’t know what he was asking and I didn’t want to know mainly because I was afraid of what he might be asking.
He knew what I was thinking. “Just training, just patrol, just ride-along when I’m workin’. Anything else you can think of that doesn’t have to do with that, I’m open to it.”
I couldn’t help myself; a ride-along while he was working was too good to miss.
Anything that didn’t have to do with that I wasn’t going to think about.
“Okay, training and patrol tomorrow… no dinner,” I gave in partially.
“Dinner.”
“No dinner.”
He got closer and my br**sts brushed his chest.
Um.
Yikes.
“Dinner,” he said softly.
Time to retreat.
I pulled back. “Training and patrol, if I’m hungry, dinner.”
“You’ll be hungry.”
Whatever.
Time to stop talking.
I frowned at him. He gave me a half-smile.
Then he touched my nose with his finger and was gone.
I stood in the kitchen and wondered what in the hell just happened.
Then I decided not to wonder. Best to leave it alone and book my flight to Nicaragua first thing in the morning.
I got ready for bed making certain I did it in the bathroom where Vance told me there were no cameras (and I hoped he wasn’t lying).
Then I climbed in bed and waited for Vance to break in. Wyoming wasn’t that far away, just a few hours. He could make it back in time, from what I heard he was a good tracker.
I tried to stay awake so I could hear him when he came in and be ready to give him a piece of my mind before I jumped his bones.
Then when I dozed, I tried to do it lightly.
Then I fell dead asleep.
* * * * *
I woke to the phone ringing.