to match, Myra posed, seeming more at ease. “This is lovely. How can I ever thank you?”
Her dimples showed again, making his heart beat a little too fast. “You just did.”
“Once Mr. Harrison calls back with a price, I can pay you back for all of this.”
He grasped her hand, pointed to a large fish tank in a store window, and changed the subject. He wanted her worry-free. He might not be able to keep her that way for long, but he would try.
At dinner in an outside café, they talked about the difference between the weather in Scotland and California.
Myra asked questions about everything she saw.
He attributed her curiosity to being from another country. Once in awhile, he thought her questions were a little strange, but he kept his observations to himself.
When they finally made it home, it was almost midnight.
“I had a wonderful time,” Myra said as they walked through the door.
Todd followed her to her room, and tossed the bags on the bed. “Good, I’m glad.” He turned to see her studying him.
Her gaze skirted to the floor. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She didn’t look up. “’Tis late.”
“Yes, time for bed.”
She blushed brighter than he had ever seen.
“Oh, ah...”
“Good night, Myra.” He lifted her chin, brushed his lips against hers in a brief caress, and then left the room.
****
51
Catherine Bybee
“Good night,” she whispered when he was gone.
It took forever to fall asleep, and once she finally did, Todd was waking her up.
“Hey,” he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to work.”
Her eyes drifted open. The sun hadn’t risen, and Todd stared at her strangely. “What?”
“Work. I have to go to work.”
“Oh...” Myra tried to sit up in bed, only to have his hand keep her in place.
“You sleep. I’ll call you in a few hours.”
She stopped trying to sit up, leaned back against the pillow, and smiled up at him. He wore his full uniform and looked every bit an officer of the law.
“Make yourself at home.” He brushed a hair from her face and got up to leave.
“Sir Blakely?” she murmured.
“Yes.”
“Be safe and Godspeed.”
****
The day might have been the longest of his life.
It began with a mound of paperwork, starting and finishing with one subject, Myra MacCoinnich. Of course, according to the record, she was still Jane Doe #33, and he had yet to correct it.
Jake sat at his desk, going over his own pile of papers. “So, did you meet up with Melissa over the weekend?”
“No.” Todd had broken it off with Melissa several weeks ago, but since Jake liked his ex-girlfriend, he kept asking about her.
“So? What did you do?”
“Not much,” he lied. Jake would never understand why he took in Myra. Hell, he hadn’t even figured it out yet.
“Not me, I watched the game with Jim and the boys, then spent some quality time with Sheila. If you know what I mean.” Jake laughed.
52
Silent Vows
“I know what you mean.”
“I had a fantastic weekend.”
“Glad to hear it,” Todd said out of the corner of his mouth.
“Nelson, Blakely,” Jim yelled from the door to the room. “Someone’s here for you two.”
A tall, thin, attractive woman stood next to Jim.
She wore a smock over a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
The smock was covered in what appeared to be paint. A small smudge of green must have missed the apron and hit her chin. She didn’t seem at all concerned about her appearance when she marched over to them.
“I came as fast as I could.” Her paint-laden hand thrust out in greeting.
Dumbfounded as to who she was, Todd said,
“That’s great. Who are you?”
“I’m sorry, I’m Liz McAllister. Do you have any word about my sister Tara?”
****
It was a marvelous day, one Myra would never forget.
After waking, and one extraordinarily long shower, she padded around Todd’s kitchen snacking on almost everything. Although his cabinets were only half-full, everything in them was new and
Her dimples showed again, making his heart beat a little too fast. “You just did.”
“Once Mr. Harrison calls back with a price, I can pay you back for all of this.”
He grasped her hand, pointed to a large fish tank in a store window, and changed the subject. He wanted her worry-free. He might not be able to keep her that way for long, but he would try.
At dinner in an outside café, they talked about the difference between the weather in Scotland and California.
Myra asked questions about everything she saw.
He attributed her curiosity to being from another country. Once in awhile, he thought her questions were a little strange, but he kept his observations to himself.
When they finally made it home, it was almost midnight.
“I had a wonderful time,” Myra said as they walked through the door.
Todd followed her to her room, and tossed the bags on the bed. “Good, I’m glad.” He turned to see her studying him.
Her gaze skirted to the floor. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She didn’t look up. “’Tis late.”
“Yes, time for bed.”
She blushed brighter than he had ever seen.
“Oh, ah...”
“Good night, Myra.” He lifted her chin, brushed his lips against hers in a brief caress, and then left the room.
****
51
Catherine Bybee
“Good night,” she whispered when he was gone.
It took forever to fall asleep, and once she finally did, Todd was waking her up.
“Hey,” he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to work.”
Her eyes drifted open. The sun hadn’t risen, and Todd stared at her strangely. “What?”
“Work. I have to go to work.”
“Oh...” Myra tried to sit up in bed, only to have his hand keep her in place.
“You sleep. I’ll call you in a few hours.”
She stopped trying to sit up, leaned back against the pillow, and smiled up at him. He wore his full uniform and looked every bit an officer of the law.
“Make yourself at home.” He brushed a hair from her face and got up to leave.
“Sir Blakely?” she murmured.
“Yes.”
“Be safe and Godspeed.”
****
The day might have been the longest of his life.
It began with a mound of paperwork, starting and finishing with one subject, Myra MacCoinnich. Of course, according to the record, she was still Jane Doe #33, and he had yet to correct it.
Jake sat at his desk, going over his own pile of papers. “So, did you meet up with Melissa over the weekend?”
“No.” Todd had broken it off with Melissa several weeks ago, but since Jake liked his ex-girlfriend, he kept asking about her.
“So? What did you do?”
“Not much,” he lied. Jake would never understand why he took in Myra. Hell, he hadn’t even figured it out yet.
“Not me, I watched the game with Jim and the boys, then spent some quality time with Sheila. If you know what I mean.” Jake laughed.
52
Silent Vows
“I know what you mean.”
“I had a fantastic weekend.”
“Glad to hear it,” Todd said out of the corner of his mouth.
“Nelson, Blakely,” Jim yelled from the door to the room. “Someone’s here for you two.”
A tall, thin, attractive woman stood next to Jim.
She wore a smock over a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
The smock was covered in what appeared to be paint. A small smudge of green must have missed the apron and hit her chin. She didn’t seem at all concerned about her appearance when she marched over to them.
“I came as fast as I could.” Her paint-laden hand thrust out in greeting.
Dumbfounded as to who she was, Todd said,
“That’s great. Who are you?”
“I’m sorry, I’m Liz McAllister. Do you have any word about my sister Tara?”
****
It was a marvelous day, one Myra would never forget.
After waking, and one extraordinarily long shower, she padded around Todd’s kitchen snacking on almost everything. Although his cabinets were only half-full, everything in them was new and
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