by Cecy Robson
“Admit it, our time at the ol’ frat house was fun. And if I recall, the night you finally took part in some of those offensive shenanigans—”
“Shenanigans?” she asks, curving the edges of her lips slightly.
“It was my Grammie’s—God rest her soul—favorite word to describe me and my family’s behavior. Anyway, like I was saying, the night you cut loose, you seemed to have the time of your life. Well, until your dad caught us naked in bed the next morning. Speaking of which, how is the old coot?”
Tess’s jaw slowly unhinges, but then she quickly composes herself. “He’s fine. Just fine.”
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’? You just brought up what happened between us as if, as if—Jesus, Curran.” She covers her face before she realizes how far I’ve driven. “Turn right, right here—no, here. Okay, now left at the next block. There—it comes up fast. No, no, right there.” She shakes out her hands, completely flustered as I make a hard left.
I straighten the car. “You all right?”
“No. I went to bed with you. And now you’re here, reminding me what happened and picturing me naked.”
“I’m not picturing you naked.”
She whirls to face me, her cheeks bright pink. “You’re not?”
“Well, I wasn’t before.” My gaze shoots her way. “But now that you mentioned it, I kind of have to.”
She buries her face in her hands. “Oh, God.”
Without meaning to, I crack up. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
“But it is to me, Curran,” she says, quieting. “What happened between us was something I’d never done before.”
“Holy shit, you were a virgin?”
“No!”
I slump back in my seat. “Thank Christ. I mean, I didn’t think you were, given how hard we went at it and what we did. But if you were, I would’ve felt bad.”
She stumbles over a bunch of syllables before managing to spit out, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you feel bad had I been a virgin?”
“You know.”
She frowns slightly, appearing confused. “No. I don’t.”
“Because the first time for someone like you should’ve been different than what happened between us. Don’t get me wrong—you were all sorts of sexy and sweet. And I really liked how we rocked it. But we went at it like horny bulls at a rodeo going after hot clowns—” I shut my trap when I realize her jaw is hanging out somewhere near her toes. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”
“Ah, yes, you could say that.”
I clear my throat. Too bad I can’t clear the image of throwing Tess’s legs over my shoulders and pounding into her. “What I mean is, someone like you deserved a different experience if it was your first time.”
She plays with her clasped hands like she doesn’t quite know what to say. When she speaks, her question catches me off guard. “When you say ‘someone like me,’ what do you mean exactly?”
I think about what to say without going too far. But nothing special comes to mind except the truth. “I mean a nice girl. You’re a nice girl, Tess. Just like you were then.”
“You thought I was nice, even though I kept my distance?”
The corner of my mouth twists. “You may not have been real friendly to me. But you did things for other people that showed me who you were. Remember Kenny Singleton? He was my little brother in KOK. He would have flunked out of school if you hadn’t spent all that time tutoring him. Instead, he became the first college grad in his family. And what about Ben Felipe? You found him passed out on the street. Anything could’ve happened to him, but instead of leaving him there covered in his own piss—”
“Oh, God, he was covered in urine?”
“Well, yeah, Benny was pretty wrecked. Anyway, like I said, you could’ve left him there. But instead you brought him back to the frat house and made sure one of us took care of him.” I turn my head. “You didn’t know he’d pissed himself?”
“All I could smell was his vomit when he hurled in the backseat of my car,” she says, grimacing. “Thank you for cleaning it up…and for being the one to look after Ben.”
“No prob— Scratch that. Yeah, the Benny thing kind of sucked.” I stop at the light. “You want me to keep straight?”
“Yes. But we’re almost there. It’s the second lot on the right.”
I take in the area, knowing it’s mostly made up of rich old people, then look ahead. “Hold up. You’re at the senior center?”
“It’s not a senior center.”
“Don’t old people live in that place?”
Oh, lookee here. There’s that blush again. “They’re retired, but most are still quite active,” she says, sounding nervous.
“I don’t doubt it.” I remove my hat and scratch my head. “Saturday nights must be hard core. Bingo must get all crazy up in this bitch.”
Tess laughs out loud, but then covers her mouth and hurries to settle. “They do enjoy quieter activities, but that’s fine by me. With school and everything I have going on, living here helps keep me focused.”
I don’t believe her. Like I said, I could read faces even long before I was trained to do it. But it’s as if these words aren’t her own. I mean they are, she said them, but it’s more like she’s repeating something that was told to her.
Tess quiets upon catching my frown, and she doesn’t say anything more until we pull into the lot. “You can park anywhere there’s an opening,” she tells me.
“Okay.” I pull into a spot close to the building and cut the engine. “Here. Let me help you out.”
“No, it’s fine. Really.”
She throws open the door and loses her footing the moment her feet hit the asphalt. I run to the other side of the car to find her squinting in pain. This time she doesn’t fight me and lets me haul her up. “Shit. You okay?”
She holds tight to her side. “Yes. The maintenance staff is usually good about keeping the area clean, but I suppose with all the sleet that’s fallen, they need to put more salt down.”
I pull her closer to me. “You suppose? Hell, had it been one of your neighbors, EMS would be responding to a broken hip. Who do I need to talk to in order to get this taken care of?”
She pushes her disheveled hair away from her face and adjusts her glasses. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll phone the super and let him know what happened.” She smiles at my scowl. “Really, it’s okay,” she says quietly.
Her eyes latch on to mine, and something in her expression changes.
My frown fades. Damn, she’s smokin’. Perfect heart-shaped face with full pink lips and a set of long, thick lashes to go with those doe eyes. I watch her for a beat, much like she’s watching me. Any other time, with any other woman, and I’d be pulling her in for a long, lazy kiss.
But here I am, standing in full uniform, trying not to kiss the one woman I’m not supposed to touch.
Those full lips part like she’s surprised, and maybe something more. My cue to break eye contact. “Sorry,” I tell her. “Let’s get you inside. It’s colder than a yeti’s butt crack out here.”
“It is rather chilly,” she agrees slowly, clearly taken by my wit.
I offer her my arm. “Here. Hang tight until we get inside. I don’t want you landing on your ass again.”
“Um. Thank you.” She motions forward. “This way.”
We cross the lot, and she slips two more times, but I easily keep her from falling.
“Got anything going on tonight?”
“Like a date? No, I’m single.”
It’s not what I mean. But that doesn’t mean I’m not glad to hear it. I mutter a curse when I realize where my thoughts are headed. Stay on task, asshole. “So you’re just gonna watch TV or something?”
“I don’t watch TV.”
“You serious? That’s un-American.”
She laughs again. “Law school doesn’t allow much time fo
r anything but studying,” she says. “And now that I’m helping Declan, I’m going to have to work harder so I don’t fall behind. He mentioned that we’ll be keeping late hours in the coming weeks.”
“Yeah. Sounds like this case is going to be one massive headache and an even bigger pain in the ass.”
“It won’t be easy,” she admits. “But if Declan succeeds, it will all be worth it.”
We step into the small archway. Clear glass doors with long brass handles allow a full view into the lobby. Tess punches in the security code on a keypad to the right, causing the doors to click open. We walk inside and move straight to the elevator at the lobby’s center.
I jerk my chin to the opposite door. “Any other way in or out?”
She presses the elevator button. “There are four stairwells, on each corner of the building, that lead to emergency exits in case of a fire or another threat. But they alarm if opened.” The elevator dings and the doors part, but she pauses before stepping through. “You don’t have to follow me up.”
“Yeah, I do. I need to get a look at the layout.” I wave her in. “After you.”
I wait until the doors shut tight before whipping out my phone to take notes. “I’ll need the number to your cellphone.”
“I don’t have a cellphone. It’s not something I can afford at this time,” she says, cautiously.
“ ’Cause of school?”
“Among other things.”
I try to keep my face neutral and not judge. The thing is, she has an iPad. How does she not have a cellphone? “How about a landline? And I’ll need the security code to your building.”
She spits out the digits, watching me program them into my phone. “Does every tenant use the same code to get in?”
“No,” she answers. “Each has a different number programmed specifically for them. It’s a feature so if there’s an issue, the police will know whose code was used.”
“Decent setup.” I pocket my phone, annoyed that none of the other badges bothered to check out the building or ask for the codes. They’re rookies, but that’s no excuse for sloppy work.
“The added security makes everyone feel safer,” she says, keeping her attention ahead.
She seems like she wants to say more, but keeps quiet until the doors open into a small hallway on the fifth floor. “This is the penthouse,” she murmurs.
There are only two doors on this level, separated by about twenty feet. Dark paneling and parquet wood floors run the length of the hall, leading to a small seating area with two chairs and a table at either end. Windows on each side offer views of the surrounding buildings. The place seems nice enough, and at the higher end of the price range, but dental-office boring and bordering on sterile. Except that’s not something to share. “Sweet,” I say.
“It serves a purpose,” she mumbles as she unlocks her door.
Her comment, and the way she says it, raises another red flag. But I don’t say anything yet. Mostly I watch her, trying to get a feel for what’s up.
She waits before opening the door. “Do you want to come in?”
“Babe, you don’t get a choice. I need to make sure I know where everything is in case you ever need me.”
The air between us thickens. “The detective who brought me home last night didn’t think it was necessary,” she says in that cautious way of hers.
“Maybe he wasn’t as worried, seeing how the case is still new. But it’s getting a lot of attention, real fast. Did you see the press lining up this afternoon outside the courthouse?”
“Yes, I saw them.”
“And that’s just the start. Once the trial begins next month, it’s going to be a circus filled with bearded ladies and trapeze artists looking to smoke each other.” I motion in the direction of her place. “So let me do my job, so you can do yours without living in fear.”
“Okay,” she agrees. She opens the door leading into a small foyer and places her purse and keys on an antique table shoved against the wall. “Do you think I’ll ever need you? I mean, do you think Montenegro will target me specifically?”
“I doubt it. But it’s better to be prepared, you feel me?” I march forward. A large living room sits directly in front of me with a dining area and a kitchen to the right. The furniture is all antique, dark like the floors, and just as dull as the rest of the place. There aren’t any pictures on the walls, or vases, or any of that shit girls are supposed to like. It all seems staged and cold. “Did you just move in?” I ask.
She shakes her head, appearing confused. “No. I moved in three years ago when I started law school.”
“Oh. All right. Mind if I open a few doors? Check the closets, that sort of thing?”
“No, that’s fine.”
I scan the area while she removes her coat and walks into the kitchen. “Would you like some water? I’m afraid I don’t have much more than that to drink.”
“No. I’m good.” I motion to the left. “Bedroom that way?”
“Ah, yes.”
“I’ll be right back.” I make quick work of flipping her prissy pink comforter so I can look beneath the queen-sized bed before moving to the walk-in closet and then the bathroom. The bedroom has that same dark furniture, and her closet more of the frumpy clothes she wears, but even that’s limited to a few pairs of pants, blouses, and those damn spinster shoes. The place doesn’t seem right. It’s clean and all that, but I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.
She says she’s lived here for three years. But there’s nothing of Tess in here. Nothing.
“Is everything okay?”
I glance up to find her standing in the doorway, fiddling with her hands. “All clear,” I answer, my voice monotone.
“Thank you.” She starts to head back into the living room, but then changes her mind and faces me again. “How long will you be here?” she asks.
“I’ll be outside watching the place till Lu takes over at midnight. She’ll take you to the office tomorrow. The detectives there will cover you for most of the day, and either me or one of the other badges will see to you after that.”
“I’m not due in the office until tomorrow afternoon. I have classes.”
“How are you getting there?”
She motions behind her. “Oh, I have a bus pass.”
“You’re kidding.” I take in the apartment. She’s paying at least three Gs a month to live here. Is that the reason she can’t afford a car?
She edges away from the door. “It’s not a big deal,” she says.
I think it is, but don’t push. Any idiot can see she’s nervous. “You all right?”
“I’m fine.” She glances down. “I just have a lot of work to do.”
“Then I guess I should get out of your way.”
She lifts her chin. “You’re not in my way. It’s nice having you—” She clears her throat. “I don’t get much company,” she admits.
I watch her for a beat, looking at the way she’s looking at me, and thinking I’m in serious trouble. “I’ll have Lu drop you off at your school,” I tell her, my voice lowering. “When you’re done there, call the DA’s office, and either me or another badge will take you where you need to go.”
Her stare averts to the floor again. “That’s not necessary.”
“Yes it is,” I say, my cop face in place.
“All right, thank you,” she says almost silently.
She backs away and walks into the living room, giving me plenty of space as she follows me out. When we reach the door, she offers me her hand. “I appreciate the ride home, and, well, everything. You’ve been very sweet.”
Her voice is shaky. Did I spook her? I examine her face. Nah, that’s not fear etching its way to her sea-glass eyes. It’s something else.
And I like it.
Too much.
Shit.
She starts to withdraw her hand when I don’t take it, but I reach for it before she can lower it. I carefully round her fingers, brushing a kiss over her
knuckles, my eyes never leaving hers. “You’re welcome,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen as I step away, those perfect lips falling open and that sweet blush coloring her cheeks.
Oh, yeah. I’m in serious trouble now.
Chapter 5
Tess
My back falls against the door. I stare into my open living room without really seeing it. Curran had what? Kissed me? Okay, not really—at least not technically, but I can’t deny it was a romantic gesture.
It was romantic, right?
I lift my hand and smile. For all his bluntness and inappropriate remarks, Curran can be sexy. My smile widens as I think about how soft his lips felt against my skin. He didn’t rush the moment, allowing me to feel everything: his warm breath, his loose yet claiming hold, and the roughness of his fingers.
His actions stole my breath and about ten years from my life. I rush to the window and push aside the sheer curtain, watching him march toward his patrol car, his heavy feet leaving prints in the freshly fallen snow and his arms swinging loosely against his sides. He appears relaxed, but that hand so close to his holster tells me he’s prepared to strike—
Holy shit. I’m totally ogling him.
I should be embarrassed. But I’m not, mostly because it feels good to feel good. So instead of starting on the briefs I have due the next day, I return my focus outside.
Curran pauses when he reaches the driver’s-side door and glances up. Like a complete moron, I duck. I slap my hand over my forehead, hoping he didn’t see me. God, why did I just do that?
If it weren’t for the phone ringing, I probably would have stayed there a moment longer. I stand and hurry to answer it. “Hello?”
“Did you just fall?” Curran asks me.
I freeze in place. “Ah, no.”
“Tess, I saw you.”
“Saw me fall?” I repeat, because I have nothing better.
“Fall, dive—I don’t know…something.” I hear him shut the door and shift in his seat. “What were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he asks. “Then why were you at the window?”
“I…was curious.”
“What were you curious about?” he muses.