Beneath the Surface
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Finally, she went home for the day, holding tightly to the hope that she would find Rick waiting in the hall outside her door. Or maybe even inside her apartment. If he really were a cop, he could get in no problem, she supposed. It was all just so farfetched and confusing. It would be even if she weren’t sleep deprived from spending most of last night in the throes of passion with the man in question.
She arrived home seeing neither hide nor hair of Rick. She ate some leftovers in the fridge, but still nothing from him. She got ready for bed while keeping an eye and ear on the local nightly news on television hoping to pick up some clue that the police had been alerted to what he suspected. Nothing again.
Beth fell into a fitful sleep full of dreams about sex and guns, trains and drugs, and woke up possibly feeling more exhausted than she had before going to bed.
Chapter Six
“Hey Beth. Are you taking the tour today?”
She sighed. “Is it Wednesday again already?”
Robby laughed. “Yes. It is.”
Beth groaned. She had dreaded Wednesdays and those lunchtime tours for weeks now. They only reminded her of Rick. The day they had met. The night that followed. The fact she hadn’t heard from him in a month. Nor had she heard one word on the news about any drug ring busts, leading her to believe the whole story had been one big lie, which meant Rick was one big liar.
“Since you don’t look all that enthused about it, do you think I can give the tour?”
She glanced up when Robby began talking again and frowned. “You really want to?”
Robby nodded. “Yeah, sure. Classes end soon and graduation isn’t far away. I guess I’m feeling a bit nostalgic about leaving you and this job and all.”
Beth smiled. “I’ll miss you and Lyssa too. You better come back and visit though.”
“Oh, we will. And don’t be surprised if you see my resume and job application cross your desk, as soon as we get back from our trip across Europe. We’re taking the Eurorail.”
She laughed. “Haven’t you had enough of trains after this internship?”
He shook his head. “No way. I’m just getting started. Hey, it’s getting late. I’m gonna head upstairs now for the tour.”
Beth nodded. At least one of them was on the ball. “Thanks, Robby.”
Alone again in the office, she leaned her elbows on the desk and rubbed her face hard with both hands. She groaned when her cell phone rang in her bag. About two weeks ago she had stopped jumping each time her phone rang. That had been about the time she had given up on Rick. She located it in her oversized bag now and glanced at the caller ID.
It said Private which was not that odd since a few of her colleagues had unlisted numbers. With a sigh she flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Hi.”
“Rick?” Her hand holding the phone began to shake as Beth’s heart pumped harder.
“You remember me. That’s a good sign.” There was the sound of a smile in his tone.
“It’s been a month.” She struggled to control the shaking in her voice.
“I know.”
“Where have you been all this time?”
“Doing my job.”
“Why should I believe you? I haven’t seen anything about what you told me in the paper or on the news.”
“Ah. I guess you haven’t seen the noon edition of the paper yet today.”
Beth’s eyes opened wide. She grabbed her wallet from her bag and rose from her desk. She could probably make it to the newsstand and back without losing cell signal. Flinging open her office door, she stopped dead, face to face with a copy of that day’s paper lying on the ground in front of her door. She had no doubt who had placed it here for her and, since it had not been there when Robby left moments before, that person had to be somewhere close.
“Where are you?”
“Nearby. You can read the whole thing later, but it basically says the NYPD has had this station under surveillance for the past month in an attempt to find the source of the drugs passing through here. It wasn’t enough to just get the people transporting it, we needed the source too, to dry up the supply.”
While he answered, she picked up the paper and glanced at the front page. She looked at the article incredulously. “And did you get them?”
“We did. You did good, Beth. You and your two college kids not only gave me the lead that cracked this case, you also kept your mouths shut and allowed us the time we needed to finish it. I’m really proud of all of you.”
“I’m glad of that. That you got them, I mean.” But cracking a drug ring still did not make her feel any better about things between the two of them.
“So you’re not taking the tour out today?”
He must have been watching for her. Somehow that meant a lot. She swallowed hard. “No. Robby asked if he could take it today.”
“Too bad because I was hoping to ask you a question during your tour. There’s something I’ve been wondering since the day we met.”
“What’s that?” The sound of her pulse was now so loud she could barely hear herself talk.
“Why do the constellations look funny in the Sky Ceiling?” Rick asked. “I missed that part of your tour.”
Her heart fell. Silly her for thinking he wanted to ask her something serious, like out on a real date. She repeated by rote the line from the tour. “The Zodiac is reversed. The artist was inspired by a medieval manuscript that showed the heavens as seen from the outside of a celestial sphere.”
“Ah. That’s it.” He laughed. “You’re very sexy when you talk shop, you know.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, you are. In fact, I was hoping now that this case is wrapped up we could get together and talk shop again real soon. Maybe tonight, even.”
Beth swallowed hard and hesitated. She glanced down at the paper again. His name wouldn’t be in there if he actually were undercover. In fact, he was probably using a fake name to begin with, but she wanted to believe him so badly. Somehow, even without definitive proof, she did believe him.
“Come on, Beth. I know you’ve thought about me, about us, this past month. I also would bet a million bucks you haven’t been bad with anyone else since that night.”
She felt her face grow hot and heard him laugh.
“I would also bet a good amount of money that you’re blushing right now. Am I right?”
The fact he knew her so well, inside and out, literally and figuratively, was a big turn on. She hated to admit it, but it was. “Yes. You’re right.”
“So what do you say, baby? Meet me. We can do nothing more than have a meal together, if that’s what you want. At least until you start to trust me. Not that I’m saying I don’t think about taking you to bed again every five minutes, but I can wait for that. You’re worth the wait.”
Dammit, just hearing him talk made her heart flutter.
But what the hell kind of boyfriend would an uncover cop who disappeared for a month at a time make? She answered her own question. She didn’t care what kind of boyfriend he would make or if they had a future past the immediate one. She’d lived for too many years, thirty-five to be exact, worrying and over thinking everything in her life. Now for once, all she wanted to do was live. The decision was clear in her mind and the absolute relief of having made it, and feeling completely sure that it was the right one, made her laugh with sheer abandon.
“I say I want to be bad. Meet me on the platform for my subway line in ten minutes. I’m taking the rest of the day off. Maybe the rest of the week.”
She heard his low, sexy, satisfied laugh through the phone and knew it was going to be quite a day…the first day of many in the rest of her life she hoped.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cat Johnson is the author of contemporary erotic romance in genres including western, military, romantic comedy, multiple partner and paranormal. She is known for her creative research and marketing techniques. Consequently some of her closest friends/book consultants wear combat or
cowboy boots for a living, she owns an entire collection of camouflage and western footwear for book signings and she’s sponsored pro bull riders.
Cat is the author of over a dozen full-length romance novels and numerous shorter works. She is contracted with Kensington Brava and Samhain Publishing.
For more information about the author, her blogs and all of her available works visit www.catjohnson.net .
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Table of Contents
Beneath the Surface
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
Also by Cat Johnson