My breath billowed in a white cloud as I hurried along the sidewalk toward the coffee shop.
A fog had settled over Quincy last night while I’d been asleep in Vance’s bed. The streetlamps cast halos into the thick mist.
I glanced over my shoulder at The Eloise.
The same clerk from last night was still stationed at the front desk. I’d snuck out the back alley door this morning, wanting to avoid being seen. It was dawn, long before Eloise and Jasper would arrive for work, but I didn’t want to risk questions.
Above the lobby and first floor, the only light visible was one in the upper corner on the fourth floor. Vance stood in the window of his room, his hands braced on its top sill as he watched me walk past the coffee shop, heading for the alley where my car had been parked since yesterday.
The windshield was covered in frost, so I unlocked the doors, settled into the cold seat and started the engine, letting the defrost blast while I replayed last night.
My body ached. My muscles hadn’t worked that hard in years. My nipples were sensitive against my bra and the flesh between my legs was tender. I flipped down the visor, inspecting my swollen lips in the mirror.
Vance and I had gone at it hard last night. Every time I’d thought he was spent, he’d reached for me. We’d alternated sex and sleep. I should have been exhausted, but I had more energy now than I’d had in days.
Damn, what a night.
A year, a month, a week ago, it would have bothered me knowing I was just a fling. A tryst. A distraction.
Vance had secrets. He’d dodged too many of my questions during our conversations at the coffee shop.
Maybe he’d confide in me, give me the whole story. Maybe not.
At this point, I didn’t care. Last night was the first time since the river that I’d been able to shut my mind off. I’d been able to sleep without Cormac’s face invading my dreams.
A year, a month, a week ago, I would have wanted more from Vance. I would have wanted a relationship. A boyfriend.
And he likely would have become my next ex-boyfriend. The next man to break my heart.
Now . . . he was a means to an end. He was my chance at justice. And he was leaving.
Vance wouldn’t be here long enough to hurt me.
So I put my car in reverse and backed away from the coffee shop.
And when I passed by The Eloise on my way home, I didn’t let myself look up at the fourth-floor window to see if Vance was still there watching.
CHAPTER EIGHT
VANCE
A rush of nerves hit as I opened the coffee shop’s door.
Fuck, but I hoped last night with Lyla hadn’t been a mistake.
The door’s bell jingled. The warmth of the room seeped through my damp coat. The comforting, sweet scents filled my nose and made my stomach growl. The granola bar I’d scarfed on the drive to town hadn’t been enough to satisfy my hunger.
Behind the counter, Lyla’s gaze flicked my direction. She wore a smile. It didn’t drop when she saw me. It didn’t widen either. It was just . . . her pretty smile. A kind smile for a customer or a friend. It was the same smile she’d given me before last night.
Sex was always more complicated than casual, at least in my experience. No matter how many times a woman said she didn’t need a commitment—hell, even if I made a commitment—she usually ended up hurt.
For her sake, I hoped Lyla would prove to be the exception. The sex had been. Hands down, last night had been the best time I’d ever had with a woman. Maybe we’d be able to keep having a good time while I was here. That smile of hers gave me hope.
The breath lodged in my throat loosened, working free as I crossed the room.
She picked up a white ceramic mug, filling it with black coffee. “You look like you could use this.”
“Yeah.” I nodded, taking the mug as she handed it over and letting my hands soak in its heat.
I’d had another long day in the mountains getting rained on. The chill that had settled deep in my bones would only go away after a hot shower. Though the steaming coffee would help. I took a sip, letting it warm my insides.
“Thanks, Blue.”
Lyla’s head cocked to the side. “Blue?”
I winked.
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed. And those striking blue eyes—eyes worthy of a nickname—sparkled. “Hungry?”
“Starved.”
“What would you like?”
I took another sip of coffee. “Surprise me.”
“All right.” She smiled, wider this time.
I fought the urge to reach for her, to kiss her like I’d done before she’d slipped out of my hotel room this morning.
It had taken an effort to focus while I’d been out hiking today. Too often I’d let myself picture her face, imagine those eyes darkening while I moved inside her. At one point, I’d tripped on a stick because I’d been too busy picturing her dripping wet in my shower.
This woman was enchanting, the chemistry between us palpable. Never in my life had a woman’s body come alive under my touch like Lyla’s. She’d pulsed and clenched around my cock like a fucking vise, and I’d practically blacked out from the pleasure.
My pulse quickened, my dick stirring behind my zipper.
Lyla pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze dropping like she’d been thinking about last night too. After a quick, sexy clear of her throat, she went to work on my surprise, spinning away to grab a plate and open the display case.
I retreated to my regular table beside the window, glad to see it empty, and set my backpack on the floor. With my coat hanging on the back of a spare chair, I took my seat and sipped my coffee until Lyla appeared with a plate in one hand and a coffee pot in the other.
Today she’d brought me a grilled chicken sandwich with some sort of pesto. Beside it was a brownie with fudge frosting.
My mouth watered. For the food. For the woman.
She topped off my mug. “Anything else?”
“No, this is great. Thanks.”
“Sure.” She glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure no one was paying us any attention. “You were out today.”
“I was.”
“Anything?”
I shook my head, hating the flash of disappointment in her gaze. One day, I wanted to give her a different report. But my search in the mountains had been fruitless.
Cormac wasn’t going to make this easy. The motherfucker.
“Flag me down if you want another refill,” Lyla said, then returned to the counter.
A strange feeling pinched as she left. I didn’t like that she seemed so . . . normal.
The last thing I needed was a clingy woman. Other than orgasms, I had very little to offer Lyla. She seemed perfectly happy to have casual sex and not discuss it the next day.
This was exactly what I wanted. So why did it bother me so much to see her walk away?
You’re losing it, Sutter.
I shook the feeling away and dove into my meal, inhaling the food. I was draining the last dregs of my coffee when the shop’s door opened and Winslow Eden walked inside, carrying a cute little girl. Her daughter?
The girl had dark hair, like her mother’s, and it was curled into wisps beside her ears. She was cute as a button and couldn’t have been much older than one. When Winslow set her down to walk, it took a moment for the girl to get her balance.
“Emma!” Lyla darted around the counter.
The girl gave Lyla a drooly smile as she took off, trying to run. She stumbled, falling forward, but caught herself and pushed back up right before Lyla swept her into a hug.
“How’s my girl?” Lyla kissed her cheek.
“Fussy,” Winn answered. “She’s getting a new tooth. Griff took Hudson to do a few things on the ranch after lunch, so we decided to come to town for a treat.”
“How about a brownie?” Lyla tickled Emma’s side. “And a triple-shot latte for your mom?”
“Yes, please.” Winn yawned, following Lyla to the counter.
Emma toddled around, leaving fingerprints on the display case, while Winn and Lyla talked. I was too far away to make out their conversation, but Lyla was in the middle of making the latte when her expression hardened.
Winn must have given her an update on the case. Likely, no update at all.
Lyla nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Then she finished with the coffee and put half a brownie on a plate.
The three of them sat together at a table, the women watching as Emma made a mess with her treat. Then after cleaning up her daughter’s chocolatey face, Winn hugged Lyla goodbye and headed for the door.
I pretended to be intrigued by the blank screen on my phone until she was out the door.
When I looked for Lyla, she was already walking my direction.
“You okay?” I asked.
She lifted a shoulder and pulled out the chair across from mine, slumping into the seat. “I asked if she’d heard anything and she said no. It’s what I expected.”
Expected, but still disappointing. How much longer did I have until she felt disappointed in my visits too?
“Winn said they’re just keeping a close watch around town,” Lyla murmured, her voice low. “And you said there was no reason for him to come to town.”