Beautiful Redemption

I FLIPPED MY WRIST OVER TO CHECK MY WATCH, cursing myself for sleeping in. After poking a pair of fake diamond studs into the holes in my ears, I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse, and opened the door.

 

Thomas stood there with a Styrofoam cup in each hand. “Coffee?”

 

I pulled the door closed and twisted the key in the lock. “Is there milk in that coffee?” I asked.

 

“Nope. Six sugars and a two creamers.”

 

“How do you know how I take my coffee?” I asked, taking the cup he’d pushed toward me.

 

We walked together to the elevator, and Thomas pressed the button.

 

“Constance.”

 

“Constance knows you bought me coffee?”

 

“Constance told me to buy you coffee.”

 

The doors opened, and we stepped inside.

 

I turned to him, confused. “She’s up early,” I grumbled. “Why would Constance tell you to do this?”

 

He shrugged. “She thought you might like it if I did.”

 

I turned to face forward. He was answering me without answering me, my very least favorite thing. I was going to have to ask Val to teach me her human-lie-detector trick.

 

“No more questions?” Thomas asked.

 

“No.”

 

“No?”

 

“You won’t give me a real answer anyway.”

 

“Constance knows I like you. She says I’ve been different since you’ve been here, and she’s right.”

 

“Thomas,” I said, turning to him, “I…appreciate that, but I’m—”

 

“Emotionally unavailable. I know. But you’re also just coming out of a relationship. I’m not asking you to move in with me.”

 

“What are you asking?”

 

“Let me take you to work.”

 

“That’s not a question.”

 

“Okay. Can we have dinner alone?”

 

I turned to him as the elevator opened. “Are you asking me on a date, Maddox?”

 

I walked into the lobby, my heels clicking against the floor.

 

After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded once. “Yes.”

 

“I don’t have time for anything messy. I’m committed to the job.”

 

“As am I.”

 

“I like to work late hours.”

 

“As do I.”

 

“I don’t like to report to anyone.”

 

“Nor do I.”

 

“Then, yes.”

 

“Yes, I can take you to work? Or yes, we can have dinner?”

 

“Yes to both.”

 

He smiled, triumphant, and then he used his back to push open the lobby doors, keeping me in view. “My vehicle’s this way.”

 

During the drive to work, Thomas explained his evening with Taylor, what time Agent Davies had left his condo, and how inconvenient it was to have a drop-in guest even if it was his brother.

 

The freeway was still damp from the rain the day before. He weaved his Land Rover in and out of traffic, and although I was used to driving in Chicago, San Diego was totally different, and I wasn’t sure if I would be prepared once I found a vehicle.

 

“You look nervous,” Thomas said.

 

“I hate the freeway,” I grumbled.

 

“You’ll hate it more when you drive it. When does your car get here? You’re going on three weeks without it.”

 

“It’s not coming. My parents are selling it for me. I’m going to look for a new one when I have some time, but for now, public transportation works.”

 

Thomas made a face. “That’s ridiculous. You can just ride with me.”

 

“It’s really fine,” I said.

 

“Just meet me out front in the mornings. We leave at the same time anyway, and we’re going to the same place. Plus, you’re doing me a favor. I can drive in the carpool lane.”

 

“Okay,” I said, looking out the window. “If you don’t mind.”

 

“I don’t mind.”

 

I glanced over at him. His transformation from angry, volatile boss to gentle, content neighbor—possibly more—had been gradual, so I hadn’t noticed until we were side by side, the morning sun highlighting the calm in his eyes. We rode the rest of the way to the Bureau in comfortable silence.

 

The next time Thomas spoke was to the guard at the security gate.

 

“Agent Maddox,” Agent Trevino said, taking our badges. He leaned down to identify me and smirked.

 

“Hi, Mig,” Thomas said. “How’s the family?”

 

“All fine. Nice of you to drive Agent Lindy to work this morning.”

 

Thomas took back his badge. “We live in the same building.”

 

“Mmhmm,” Trevino said, sitting back before pressing the button to open the gate.