Danger in the Deep by Karen Kirst

Author:Karen Kirst
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-10-09T14:12:09+00:00

ELEVEN

“Do you have a tuxedo?”

Baffled by the abrupt greeting, Brady walked past her and stopped in the middle of her living room. “Hello, Olivia. How was your day? No trouble at work, I guess.”

She closed the door and gave him an arch look. “You know the answer to those questions, seeing as the last text you sent me was—” holding up one finger, she checked her phone “—thirty-five minutes ago. I received one an hour before that and another during lunch. Shall I go on?”

“I did warn you about that.” If he couldn’t be with her, he needed to know she was okay.

“Well? Do you?”

“I do not own a tuxedo. In fact, I don’t know anyone who has one in their closet.”

“Can you rent one on short notice?”

“For?”

“The gala is this Sunday night. I can’t miss it.”

“I’ll locate one.”

She worried her lower lip. “You’re sure you don’t mind? The place is going to be crawling with security. This guy would have to be insane to attempt anything.”

“We haven’t ruled that out.” He caught a whiff of herbs and garlic, and his stomach growled. “Did you cook?”

A self-conscious expression played over her face. “I left a few pots and pans unpacked.” He followed her to the kitchen. “I defrosted a package of chicken and sautéed it with vegetables. Nothing fancy.”

“Fancy? I grew up on bologna and cheese sandwiches. I don’t know the meaning of the word.” He snagged a small cube of chicken and popped it into his mouth. He made an appreciative sound. “Is it ready now?”

She smiled, and her eyes glowed with pleasure. “It’s nice to cook for someone again. Cooking for one person isn’t fun.”

“You can cook for me anytime,” he said, his voice husky.

Neither one moved. Brady’s gaze roamed her face, snagging on her coral-tinted lips. What would she do if he lowered his head and kissed her?

He blinked and forced his focus elsewhere. This was wrong. They were standing in the home she’d shared with Derek. He felt like a traitor.

“I’ll, uh, get the plates and forks.”

There was a telltale blush on her cheeks. He told himself he was imagining things. She couldn’t be attracted to him. Shouldn’t be interested in anything more than friendship. Because he was damaged, and even worse, he was keeping a major secret from her.

When they were seated and she’d prayed over the meal, Brady steered the conversation to innocent topics. He peppered her about her childhood in the western part of the state. After answering a dozen questions, she blushed and apologized for monopolizing the conversation.

“Nothing about you bores me,” he reassured her.

She met his gaze head-on, and the push-pull of need and want was there again. Her hand was right there, inches from his own. Her nails were coated with a sheer gloss. A thin bracelet encircled her wrist. His fingers itched to trace the gold, to explore the contours of her delicate bone structure. He removed his hands from the table and settled them on his lap, away from temptation.

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