The Christmas Guest by Becky Harmon

Author:Becky Harmon [Harmon, Becky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2017-12-25T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Regan leaned against the wall of the shower, the warm water cascading down her back. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to pull this off. Sarah’s openness was endearing and Regan found it a little bit sexy. She couldn’t help wishing she had met her under different circumstances and not when she was undercover. She couldn’t believe for a minute that this woman was any type of participant in the murders. She knew she should just tell her the truth and leave but what if she was reading things all wrong? What if her attraction was blocking her instincts? She really had not had the best luck with women lately. Normally confident in her work, she could feel the lines blurring with Sarah. She gave a sigh and pushed off the wall. She needed to hold her position and make sure Sarah was not involved. Then she could work on convincing Sarah she wasn’t a shit for fooling her.

Regan had texted Nate before her shower, giving him the house number. She also told him that she had not seen anyone else in the house. When she exited the shower she had a response. Sarah Whitman owns the house. Regan sighed. Sarah was a Whitman. She should have realized that. She pulled on the tank top and fastened her holster over it. She knew it would chafe under her arms but she couldn’t wear it over the sweatshirt or leave it in the bedroom. She absolutely was not putting any of her dirty clothes back on. Well, except her underwear of course. Going commando in another woman’s sweats was not cool.

She did a quick search of the bedroom across the hall and the laundry room. Not seeing anyone else or any additional exits, she made her way to the front of the house. Stepping into the living room, she noticed the huge fireplace had a pile of wood and kindling already stacked in it. She walked over and found the matches on the ledge above the hearth. She touched the flame to the kindling and watched the fire spread through the wood.

“Thank you.” A soft voice said from behind her.

Regan turned to face Sarah. In the glow of the fire, the light danced across her wavy hair and Regan had to fight the urge to tuck a loose strand behind her ear. Sarah’s face showed surprise as she looked at Regan and Regan could feel her façade slipping. “I clean up well?”

“Yes.” Sarah cleared her throat. “I mean…you look warmer.”

Regan smiled. “One of the hazards of living on the street this time of year. You never feel warm.” She crossed her arms over her chest, resisting the urge to step toward Sarah. “Thank you for the blanket today.”

“You’re welcome.”

Regan could feel the penetration of Sarah’s eyes as they studied her face. Sarah was seeing more than Regan wanted her to and she knew she was in danger of confessing the truth. She needed to quickly come up with a convincing story for why she was living on the street before Sarah began asking questions.

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