With a little reluctance, Ember left him on the balcony and traded the towel she’d been wearing for a T-shirt she normally slept in. Pulling at the hem to make sure it was long enough to cover her girly parts, she rushed to the door. A look through the peephole told her it was the detective. Damn it, Clay. Your timing sucks.
She opened the door with a quick glance back to make sure Angel hadn’t followed her inside in his underwear.
“Hi, Clay. How are you?” she questioned with a sincere smile. It really would have been good to see him under any other circumstance.
“I’m good. May I come in?”
He looked so hopeful she couldn’t bring herself to refuse him. Maybe he won’t stay long if I play the tired card.
“Sure.” She waved him inside with reluctance. “Have a seat. Would you like a drink?”
“I’m on duty, but I appreciate the offer.” He touched her hand as he moved around her.
She closed the door and followed him to the bar. “Make yourself at home. I thought you got off work at eight tonight?”
“I did. I’m on call.”
“Oh, I see. Well, give me just a minute. I’ll be right back.”
He made one hell of a picture, wearing jeans and a dark green polo shirt with a badge clipped on the side of his belt. He even smelled nice. Not as good as the Greek god waiting on the balcony, but it works for him.
Ember shook off the thought and strode back to where she’d left Angel. He hadn’t moved.
“It’s Detective Harper. Would you like to come inside and wait? I won’t be long.” It took everything she had not to throw herself on him. She wanted to feel his mouth on her again so bad she could taste it.
“Is everything okay?” The softly spoken question was laced with something other than concern.
“Yes. He’s just checking on me.” Was it her imagination, or did he seem angry?
“Maybe you should put on a robe.” A muscle ticked along his jaw.
Okay, he’s definitely pissed. For some odd reason the thought comforted her. Obviously, she wasn’t alone in this instant-connection thing. Whatever it was.
Ember snagged a robe from a hook on the bedroom door on her way back to the kitchen and had it cinched up by the time the detective came in to view.
Clay stood. “Everything good?”
She felt guilty for lying to him. He’d saved her life, had been there for her more times than she could count during the last year. Just tell him the truth. Yeah, right. Sorry, but I have my half-naked neighbor that I just met today out on the balcony, and we’re waiting on you to leave.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. It’s really good to see you.” That much is true.
His hand came up to caress her face. “You work too hard.”
“With moving offices and the damn stilettos I wore today, I’d considered homicide just shy of three o’clock.” Are his lips moving closer?
“At least it wasn’t suicide,” he whispered as his mouth slowly descended toward hers.
A crashing sound echoed from the back of the condo, and Clay stiffened.
Ember stepped back, nervous and a little off-balance. “It’s just the neighbor’s cat. I left the sliding door open in my bedroom.” They stared at each other until it grew uncomfortable. “I should go to bed soon. Six o’clock comes pretty early.”
Disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t push. “Are you free this weekend?”
At the moment, Ember couldn’t think beyond the big, sexy Bulgarian who made entirely too much noise.
“I’ll see what I have going on. Call me tomorrow?” Another sound from the back made her cringe, but she didn’t blink. What is he doing back there, rearranging furniture?
Clay’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he glanced toward the hall. Neither of them moved for a long moment as Ember held her breath.
“Sure. Talk to you then.” Clay turned to leave, and she nearly sagged in relief.
Ember followed him to the door and thought about how many times she’d wanted him to stop by. Now that he was there the timing couldn’t have been worse.
Clay paused with his hand on the knob. “Lock this behind me.” Without another word, he eased the door open and stepped out onto the porch, shutting it softly behind him.
Ember engaged the locks and rested her forehead against the cool wood. I’m sorry, Clay.
A pair of big hands flattening against the door on either side of her head startled her.
“Boyfriend?” Angel’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. His intoxicating scent surrounded her in a cocoon of warmth and need that left her weak.
She couldn’t answer. Apparently her ability to speak had left with the detective.
“No?” He prompted with a slide of his lips across her temple.
Heat flew through her body from the point of contact to pool between her thighs. She could only shake her head.
A soft growl echoed around her. “He kissed you.”
“No…”
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