Standing up she walked to the other side of the room. She went to focus on the maps, hoping something might come to her. Turning back around she said to him, “Maybe we should go interview people who had ties to the other murders.”
Sitting back in the chair he crossed his arms across his chest. “You might have a good idea there.”
“Not might, I do have a good idea. Look what we learned today. It’s something, even if they can’t give us much information, every little bit will help. Come on. Since we are on this coast I think we should start with Natalie. I know this will be the hardest for you, so we should get it over with first.”
“You’re right. But I will be doing this alone.”
“Alone, what the hell are you talking about? I’m in this one hundred percent. I go with you.”
He got up and walked over to her standing right in front of her trying to intimidate her. “No, you don’t.”
“You know I’ll just book my own flight and be right behind you. So your choice is to let me do this on my own, or take me with you. Your pick, but I am going. Now move out of my way, I’ve got a flight to book.”
She tried to push past him but he just pinned her to the wall. In a voice which was too calm and soft compared to the fire in his eyes, he said, “No, you’re not going.”
“What are you going to do? Tie me to the bed?” The image flashed through her mind before she could stop it.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m sure your grandmother would be on my side.”
“Actually you’d be wrong buddy, she’s behind me. She might not like it, but she supports me. You might as well give in now. I really don’t want to be up all night fighting.” Her breathing started to increase.
“Then give in and we won’t.”
“I never give in.”
“We’ll just have to see about that.” He pressed his body into hers and devoured her mouth. Grabbing her ass, he hoisted her up so she was pinned to the wall.
With his hands occupied, she took the opportunity to dive her hands into his hair, grabbing hard and pulling his head back from her swollen lips. She could see the passion in his hooded eyes. Yanking him back to her lips, they continued their battle of wills with their kisses. She wanted his hands free, wanted to feel them all over her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching. Letting out a primal moan, she tightened her legs around him, trying to get closer to the hardness she could feel between them.
Moving away from the wall he spun around and laid her on the table pushing everything out of the way, his lips never leaving hers. Her touches became frantic with the thought of having him inside of her. The blood pumped so fast in her veins, her ears rang.
The ringing wasn’t just in her ears and she whimpered when he pulled his lips from hers and glared over at the phone. With a curse, he left her and answered the call. His eyes burned with passion as he talked to whoever was on the other end of the call.
Hearing the frustration in his voice, she knew it wasn’t going to be a quick phone call. Getting up from the table she grabbed her laptop and started to walk out the door. She continued to leave even when she heard him say “Hold on.”
She was whipped back around and his lips came down hard on hers. “I’m sorry; I’ve got to take this. Book us both a flight for the first available they have.”
Not trusting her voice, she just nodded and walked out into the cool night air.
– CHAPTER SEVEN –
Evie sighed. It’s going to be a long day. She had to take her grandmother to the doctor’s office to see how she was doing. Unfortunately, it was a new doctor, a young doctor, a good looking doctor.
Having spent the good part of the past hour trying to convince her that she didn’t need to take her clothes off for the exam they were finally on their way back home. Evie was pretty sure after how quickly the doctor left the room there was going to be a note on her grandmother’s file that he never wanted to see her again.
When they pulled into the driveway, Evie saw that Anthony’s car was still there. Knowing what was coming next, she took a deep breath and turned to her grandmother. “We’ve got to talk. Let’s sit on the front porch.”
“This can’t be good. If this has anything to do with the pictures, I can explain.”
Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the headrest Evie said, “What pictures?”
Evelyne tried to look bashful, “Oh, nothing. We don’t need to worry about it.”
Knowing she would probably hate herself later, Evie decided to wait until later to deal with it. Or better yet, let her brother Jackson deal with it. He should be here within the next few hours. They walked towards the porch and sat down.
“Okay, Grams, I’ll let this go.” Seeing her hopeful expression Evie added, “For now.”
“Great. Now what did you want to talk about?”
“Do you want something to drink? Maybe some lemonade would be nice.” Evie started to get up to go inside to get some when Evelyne grabbed her hand and pulled her back down on the seat.
“Spill.”