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As she reached for the plate of chicken Qui
He turned to her, eyes searing like olive green lasers. "Don't make me choose, Homey. That would be cruel."
She nodded, feeling a rush of heat from her toes up through her solar plexus to the top of her head. She handed him the chicken, realizing she'd never been this nervous around raw poultry, or around a man.
All through di
Later, they sat together on the leather couch, tucked into opposite ends, their legs and bare feet stretched out alongside each other. It was just a leg, she reasoned with herself, and there was no reason that the warm touch of his skin and the soft brush of his body hair should be sending crackles of electricity up her spine.
There was no reason such i
"Stop it," she whispered to her own heart.
"I'm not doing anything," Qui
"Oh. Not you! I… forget it."
She watched helplessly as Qui
Audie knew all she had to say was, "OK. Now," and Qui
The theme music from Jaws pounded in her brain.
OK, fine. She was attracted to him. But she could handle it. Besides, sex with him would probably be anticlimactic, run-of-the-mill stuff. She was building this up for no good reason. Qui
Wouldn't he?
She placed her wineglass on the coffee table. "Be right back," she said, standing up.
Qui
"You all right there, Homey?" He raised up lazily to see her scramble to her feet, yank down her tank top, and shake her hair.
"Couldn't be better," she huffed, walking toward the wine bottle on the kitchen counter. Qui
Next he watched the sweet roundness of her body moving beneath thin cotton drawstring shorts. The shorts looked comfortable on her. His shorts were rapidly becoming uncomfortable on him.
Qui
This woman was something else. She couldn't lie if her life depended on it. Obviously, every time she tried to be something she wasn't or walk away from the truth, she fell on her face.
She'd probably been sitting there telling herself she didn't want to go to bed with him. Then bam!-face-first on the floor.
Now that's the kind of woman a guy could feel secure with, unlike Laura. It still bothered him that here he was, a man who cut through lies and secrets for a living, and he hadn't noticed that his own girlfriend was unfaithful. She'd been a very smooth liar.
"Want some more wine?" Qui
Had he run his tongue over those breasts? Maybe the rise of her flesh just above her nipples? He couldn't remember. Did he get a chance on the sidewalk? No, not there. The deck? He might have…
She was smiling down at him. They'd had another good run today, and he loved to have an excuse to watch her pushing herself physically, sweating, breathing hard, those little wet curls sticking to the skin on her neck.
Autumn Adams was definitely going to be worth waiting for.
"Yo, Qui
He looked up at her warily. "Sure. Thanks."
Audie poured herself another glass and went back to her corner, returning her legs to their previous position-skin to skin. She sighed.
"Uh, can I ask you a question, Audie?"
Qui
"What now, Stacey?"
He snickered a little, appreciating this little game they played. Audie pretended like she didn't want him inside her head, but she did. He could tell. She was only taking it slow, just like she said she had to.
"What part of the letter upset you the most this morning?"
She looked right at him but didn't answer.
"Was it the part about not having a family?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yeah," she whispered.
"I'm sorry, Audie. That was mean stuff."
She nodded again.
"I need to ask you how much you've talked to Timmy Burke about your family."
"What?" Audie jerked back. "Tim Burke?"
"Yeah. Did you tell him about your family? Would he know a lot of the details of what it was like for you growing up?"
"No, of course not." Audie was frowning. "Tim was more interested in talking about himself. We never really got around to me."
Qui
"He's not sending those letters, Qui
"Then how do you explain all the flowers, the phone calls, the late-night visits here to your place?"
Audie groaned and shut her eyes. "Marjorie has a really big mouth."
"She's worried about you, and I don't blame her. Why didn't you tell me about Timmy? It's a real important piece of information that I should have had from the begi
"Because he's not sending the letters, Qui
She watched Qui
He paced for a moment before he came around and sat down on the teak coffee table right in front of her. Audie straightened up and looked at his face. She went cold.
Qui
"All right." She had a feeling this was about more than a schoolyard brawl.
"Part of it is old stuff.It happened seventeen years ago, but I live with it every day. It's about my brother John."
Audie frowned. "I didn't even know you had a brother named John. You've only told me about Patrick and Michael."
"That's because John died when he was eight years old. I let him die."
Qui
"John was the baby and he was a handful, let me tell you. He had a couple different learning disabilities and we couldn't turn our back on him for a second. He'd roam the neighborhood, go into other people's houses, eat food out of their refrigerators, disappear for hours. It drove my mother insane.
"I remember this one time he vanished at night, and from di