by Wendy Davy
“Is that so?” His mouth curved into a slight smile. “I never would’ve guessed.”
His arm brushed hers and a jolt of awareness shot through her. She inched closer as she remembered how secure she felt in his arms, and how enticing his lips had tasted.
“So, what did she say?”
Nick stared at her expectantly. Embarrassed at how he so easily distracted her, and without even trying, she looked away. “There are a few things you might find interesting. But, let’s get out of this heat first.”
“Good idea.” He splayed his hand at the small of her back as they began walking. She liked the warmth of his touch, and the gentle pressure as he guided her to the truck. She replayed Nancy’s words in her mind, trying to remember everything she had said, and trying to stay focused on the reason for the meeting.
Nick opened the truck’s passenger side door, and Cali climbed in and waited for him to settle in his seat. He buckled his seatbelt before she asked, “Do you think the stalker could be from the island?”
“It’s possible.” He started the engine and pulled out onto the road. “We should know more when the FBI profilers send their report.”
“Nancy thinks he’s from here.”
Nick directed his sharp gaze at her. “Why?”
“Intuition?” Cali shrugged. “I don’t know. She called it a hunch.”
“Mmm. Anything else I should know about?”
“She said she thought she smelled alcohol on him a few times. Maybe he goes to bars to scout out women.”
“Not necessarily. Alcohol is available at a lot of places.”
“But…”
“And, so far, the victims have said they never went to any bars. You said yourself Serena never goes to them.”
She remembered telling Deputy Owen that in the initial report. Her hopes sank. “I just want something to hold on to. Some sort of hope. A lead. Something.”
“We’ll find her, Cali.”
“I know. I’d just like to find her sooner rather than later.”
“Did Nancy tell you anything else?”
“Nothing important. No wait, she did mention she thought I should consider writing articles…”
He straightened. Raising his voice he said, “No. No more articles. The newspapers are feeding this guy’s ego. The more publicity he gets, the happier he is.”
“But you gave the press conference…”
“I gave the conference to ask for help in locating Serena. The press needs to focus on her, but instead they’re grinding out wild theories about the stalker.” His hands gripped the wheel tighter. “Which puts him in the spotlight.” He shook his head. “It’s not what I was striving for.”
Cali had intended to tell Nick about Nancy’s idea about writing public awareness articles, but seeing how upset he became at the mention of newspaper articles in general, she let the subject drop. “Are we heading to your cottage now?”
“Yep. It’s time to get you settled in.”
Ready for a chance to rest, and to think about all that had happened since she had arrived at Coral Isle, the idea of settling in should have provided a sense of relief. However, thinking of settling in on the upper floor of Nick’s cottage twisted her stomach in knots.
Cali wondered if his home would be as well-organized and no-nonsense as his office. She also wondered if she would feel comfortable staying so near to him. One thing was certain; she was about to find out.
Night Waves
Night Waves
Chapter Sixteen
Cali’s anticipation intensified when Nick’s oceanfront cottage came into view. The two-story home stood above the ground on stilts, like many other cottages near the ocean’s edge. The quaint cottage looked like paradise compared to the Sea Urchin. A rainbow-colored wind catcher twirled near the mailbox, and various potted plants and flowers peeked over the edge of the porches above.
Nick pulled into the driveway, parking next to her car.
“My car’s already here.”
“I asked Deputies Owen and Castle to bring it over before their shift ended.”
“I appreciate it. Thank them for me next time you talk to them.”
“I will.”
He turned off the truck’s engine and removed the keys. “I hope you like it here. A cleaning service comes every week after the renters leave, so it should be clean for you.” He fiddled with his keys, making him appear nervous, as if he cared what she thought of his home.
“I’m sure it will be fine.” Cali stepped out, excited to learn more about Nick’s personal life. “I appreciate you taking me in.”
“No problem.”
She started to open the truck’s back door where they had placed her luggage.
“I’ll get it.” Nick reached around, catching the handle before she could. She turned to face him and his arm brushed hers, sending sparks of awareness through her. He had trapped her between him and the vehicle. He was close. Close enough to kiss her again. She remembered the feel of his solid muscles as he had held her in his embrace. She remembered how secure she had felt. Her legs weakened, and her gaze traveled to his lips.
“Cali.”
“Hmm?” She drew her gaze to his.
“I need room to open the door.”
Waves of heat bombarded her. “Sorry.” She stepped to the side.
Grinning, he pulled out her duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder. Taking her suitcase in his other hand, his gaze met hers and held.
Moments later, Cali realized she was staring again. She removed her laptop and pillow from the backseat, feeling Nick’s gaze trailing each of her movements. She stepped back to allow him to shut the door.
“Have dinner with me.”
Her breathing hitched. Her heartbeat quickened. Was he asking her on a date? She hugged her pillow, glad she had something to hide the pulse at the base of her neck. “I’d love to.”
He flashed a smile. “I’ll have it ready by the time you get settled.”
She lifted her brows. “You’re cooking?”
“Yeah. You’d be amazed at all the things I can do that aren’t directly related to my job.”
The reply caught her off guard. She pondered her response as he led her up two flights of porch steps. Arriving at the upper level of the cottage, she said, “I suppose some people see the uniform and only think of you as an officer, don’t they?”
He stopped to look at her. “Most people do.”
“That must be hard.”
He shrugged. “It depends on who it is.” His gaze flickered over her before he set down her suitcase and slid his key into the sliding glass door. “If it’s someone I’d like to know on a personal level, I’d much rather them see me, than the uniform.”
She had stopped thinking of him as an officer the night he had rescued her on the beach after the press conference. It seemed like a long time ago, even though it had only been yesterday. “I see the man behind the uniform.” And I like what I see, she thought, but didn’t dare speak the words aloud.
Nick shot a smile in her direction and opened the door. They stepped inside, and he set the key on an end table. The cloudy sky shielded the sunlight from brightening the room, and he switched on a tall lamp beside the sofa. The room lit up, showing a comfortably furnished rental home.
“There are two bedrooms and one bathroom down the hall. The kitchen is small, but it has everything you need,” he paused, “except food.” He walked to a back room and came out a moment later without her luggage.
Is that why he had offered to make dinner? Unsure of the reason behind his offer, she said, “I can run to the store tonight if you’d rather not cook.”
He stepped close and lowered his voice. “I want to.”
“If you’re sure. I don’t want to be a burden…”
“Cali?”
“Yeah?”
He brushed a few strands of hair from her face. “I’m sure.” His fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. “Make yourself at home.
Come on down when you’re ready.”
She managed a smile. “Thanks Nick. I will.”
He left her standing in the living room with a warm thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. Nick Justice, Sheriff of Coral Isle, had invited her into his home to protect her, and had offered to make her dinner. Cali’s heart beat wild in her chest and she blew out a breath to calm her nerves.
She sank into the sofa. Knowing he was downstairs provided a welcoming sense of security, and she found herself beginning to relax for the first time in days.
Her cell phone rang, disrupting the quiet room, and she checked the caller ID. Cali flipped the phone open. “Hey, Dad.”
“Just calling to see what’s going on over on the coast.” His familiar voice sent another wave of security her way.
“No word on Serena yet. But, I have moved out of the old motel.”
“Moved? Where? Why?”
“I’m staying on the upper floor of Nick’s cottage. He usually rents it out to tourists. Maybe I should offer to pay him,” she said as the thought struck her. She avoided the ‘why’ question altogether.
“I think you’d insult him if you offered to pay him.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I got the feeling from talking with him on the phone, that he takes his job seriously.”
“He does. But…”
“And that includes looking after you.”
“He does have a strong protective streak in him. He’s thoughtful too. He knows I don’t have any food, so he’s offered to make dinner.”
“Dinner? Maybe there’s more to his intentions than his duty to protect and serve?”
“It’s just dinner,” she said, although it felt like much more than that.
“Uh huh.”
“So, how’s Mom?” Cali asked in a light tone, trying to bounce subjects.
“Nice try. Tell me more about this sheriff you seem so fond of.”
“I…he…” Cali sighed, knowing her feelings for Nick went far beyond a few words of description. “He’s looking out for me. He’s a good guy. You’d like him.”
“We’ll see. If he’s willing and able to keep you safe, he has my approval.”
Cali already felt safer with Nick close by. She remembered how terrified she had felt waking up alone in the motel room and discovering the stalker had been there, and was glad Nick had insisted on bringing her home. She debated whether to tell her dad about the incident, but thought it would only cause him to worry.
“How are things at the Herald?”
“We’re surviving.”
Guilt tugged at her. “I’m sorry to leave for so long. I know you wanted the article about the upcoming Brookstone festival to be ready by this weekend. I feel like I’ve left you hanging.”
“Don’t worry about it. We miss you, but we’re managing just fine.”
“I wish I could be at two places at once.”
He chuckled. “Don’t we all?”
“I’d better go so I can offer to help with dinner.”
“OK, hon’. Stay safe.”
As usual, he disconnected without saying goodbye.
Cali grabbed the key from the end table, and headed for the glass door. She reached for the handle, and then stopped, debating whether to refresh her lipstick and brush her hair before going downstairs.
“It’s not a real date,” she assured herself. But, she caught her blush in the mirror as she remembered the promise Nick had given her after he had kissed her. I’ll be sure to warn you next time.
Next time.
Cali’s blush deepened as she wondered when that would be. Guilt washed over her. Then regret stabbed at her. Serena had not been found yet. How could she be thinking about starting a relationship when her best friend was still missing?
She shook her head, refused the lipstick and left her hair tangled from the wind. Walking out, she locked the door behind her and lifted her chin. “Stay focused on the search, Cali.” Her whispered words worked…for the whole twenty seconds it took to walk downstairs to Nick’s level. Then she spotted him through the window.
He had changed clothes. He still wore jeans, but they were a shade darker than he’d had on before. His grey T-shirt clung to what looked like damp skin, and his dark hair glistened with moisture. He must have just showered. Cali’s throat dried, and she found it difficult to swallow. She wondered if he smelled as good as he looked.
Nick spotted her from the kitchen, where he stood stirring something in a steaming pot on the stove. A smile parted his lips, and he set the ladle on the counter, and then moved to slide the door open. She had her answer. He did smell as good as he looked. The fresh scent of soap clung to his skin, and his lightly scented cologne worked magic.
Cali felt lightheaded, and it was not out of fear this time. “Smells good.”
“Thanks. Spaghetti’s my specialty.”
If only he knew she wasn’t talking about the food.
Night Waves
Night Waves
Chapter Seventeen
Cali wished she had put on lipstick after all. She waited until Nick stepped aside and let her into the room before finger combing her hair. “The wind’s picking up,” she said smoothing her unruly waves.
“The storm’s strengthening.” He tossed the words over his broad shoulders as he headed back into the kitchen.
His bare feet padded across the floor, and her gaze followed. Her defenses melted away in the casual environment, and a grin spread across her face. She closed the door behind her and ambled into the room. “Can I help?”
“I’ve got it covered. Do you like garlic on your bread?” Looking up, his gaze darted to her lips. “You should smile more often. It looks good on you.”
“I usually do.” Her smile faded. “It’s been a hard week.”
“I know it has.” Compassion lined his features. He picked up a table knife and dipped it in butter. He began spreading it on a slice of French bread, his hands moving with precision as he worked. Strong, capable hands.
“Garlic?” he asked again as he picked up the spice container.
Shaken out of her thoughts she answered, “Yes. Please.”
Nick carefully covered the piece of bread with sprinkles of garlic. “Make yourself comfortable. It’ll be ready soon.” He set the bread in the pan and picked up another.
“Are you sure I can’t do something? I’m not used to standing back and watching others work.”
He set the bread on the counter. Looking at her thoughtfully, he said, “You’ve done all you can. I have a team of deputies actively working on the case. The FBI is developing a criminal profile. The DNA samples collected from the victims are being processed. So,” he shrugged, “you can stop feeling guilty.”
“I…I was just talking about dinner.”
“Were you?” He picked up the bread again and continued to butter it.
Wasn’t she? The day’s events began to wear on her, and fatigue weighed her down. Too tired to think about his question, Cali turned and perused the room.
As she had imagined, Nick had only the essentials in the spacious living area. A beige leather sofa and recliner were positioned in front of the stone fireplace. The large, maroon area rug made the room feel cozy and lived in, and a flat-screened television hung mounted on the wall above the mantel, as if it were a family picture to be admired.
Cali didn’t want to be invasive, or appear curious, but he had an interesting assortment of items placed on the fireplace mantel, and she could not help but to wander over to it. Cali touched an amber-colored, crackled glass vase, which began the row of glass objects lining the solid oak piece. An oval shaped bowl sat next to it, and a ruby-colored flask sat to the right of the bowl.
“Those are from West Virginia. They’re hand-blown.” Nick spoke as he walked up beside her.
“They’re beautiful.”
“My parents travel a lot. When Mom discovered the company that makes and sells these, she fell in love wi
th them. She’s given me one for Christmas for three years in a row.”
“You said you were born and raised here. Do your parents still live on the island?”
“Yes. They still live in the cottage I grew up in. But, they aren’t home much.”
