Sweet Dreams Boxed Set by Heather Graham, Alex Kava, Brenda Novak, Lee Child, Erica Spindler, Allison Brennan, Theresa Ragan, Carla Neggers, Cynthia Eden, CJ Lyons, Liliana Hart, J.T. Ellison, Tiffany Snow, Jo Robertson
Authors: Heather Graham, Alex Kava, Brenda Novak, Lee Child, Erica Spindler, Allison Brennan, Theresa Ragan, Carla Neggers, Cynthia Eden, CJ Lyons, Liliana Hart, J.T. Ellison, Tiffany Snow, Jo Robertson
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walked into the large, family-style kitchen. “It smells great, grandma,” she said and gave her petite eighty-year-old grandma Jane a hug. “I’m starving.”
Matt Elliott, stood at the counter drinking sparkling water. She tried to ignore him.
“Sit down,” her grandmother said. “I’ll dish you both up.”
“You don’t need to feed me, Mrs. Morgan,” Matt said.
“Sit down,” she repeated. “You’re in my kitchen, it’s dinnertime, you’ll eat.”
Alex would have smiled if she wasn’t so twisted up inside. She grabbed a beer and sat down across from Matt in the breakfast nook. The table had two benches on either side and could comfortably seat four, six if they crowded in. “Where’s Dad?” she asked her grandmother.
“Upstairs.” Nothing more. Great. Her dad had abandoned her with the D.A. “You’d better not be drinking while taking medication.”
“I’m not on pain pills,” she said. “After today, I need this beer.”
Alex looked everywhere but at Matt. Her grandmother put two plates full of spaghetti and homemade sauce with meatballs on the table in front of them. Alex’s mouth watered.
“Where’s your plate?” Alex asked, half panicked. She really didn’t want to be alone with Matt.
“You don’t need me to eavesdrop,” her grandmother said. She put a beer in front of Matt, fresh grated parmesan cheese in the middle of the table, and warm sourdough bread next to the cheese. “I’m leaving, so I’m counting on you, Mr. Elliott, to make sure my granddaughter eats.”
Alex kissed her grandma on the cheek. “I love you, Mimi.”
Her grandma squeezed her uninjured arm. “I’m relieved you’re okay, sweetheart.” Then she left.
Matt Elliott stared at the plate. It was clear he wasn’t expecting food.
“Eat it, or you’ll hurt her feelings and then I’ll have to kill you,” Alex said.
“I’m sorry your dad put you on the spot, but I really need to talk to you.”
“Whatever.” She avoided eye contact.
She ate because she was hungry. She wasn’t going to ask why Matt wanted to speak with her. She was curious, but wasn’t going to let him know how curious she was, so she kept her mouth full.
At first bite, she remembered that she’d been too nervous about the interview to eat more than a couple bites of a muffin with her coffee this morning. And then came the assassination attempt, getting shot, chasing the suspect, talking to Jim, and then being stuck at the hospital for hours. Thankfully, Matt kept his mouth shut—except to eat.
She eyed him discreetly. He looked good. Of course he did. He was born to wear a suit, even though he’d taken off the jacket and loosened his tie. He always dressed well when in court, but she’d also seen him during his free time. He looked just as good in jeans and a T-shirt. Maybe better.
He was smart. Alex had always liked smart guys. They just didn’t always like her. She was street smart. She could hold her own in a conversation, but she wasn’t like her dad. She wasn’t what people called “well-educated.” She didn’t do fabulous in school—good enough to get into UC Davis, but she had a feeling that was more to due with the fact that her father was an alum. And, she was an athlete. She’d played soccer in college, not because she wanted to but because it made the four years bearable. She didn’t graduate with any honors, but she’d done okay.
The police academy—that was another story. She excelled, because she wanted it. She didn’t ace every test, but she scored well and graduated in the top ten percent. Because she’d played soccer since she was five, the physical tests were easy. She didn’t love running, but she was good at it. She’d been a goalie, which meant she wasn’t afraid of getting dirty or getting hit.
Matt was smart. Not just a lawyer, but a top lawyer, graduating from a top law school after serving a few years in the Navy Seals. He’d been elected to the State Senate at one
Matt Elliott, stood at the counter drinking sparkling water. She tried to ignore him.
“Sit down,” her grandmother said. “I’ll dish you both up.”
“You don’t need to feed me, Mrs. Morgan,” Matt said.
“Sit down,” she repeated. “You’re in my kitchen, it’s dinnertime, you’ll eat.”
Alex would have smiled if she wasn’t so twisted up inside. She grabbed a beer and sat down across from Matt in the breakfast nook. The table had two benches on either side and could comfortably seat four, six if they crowded in. “Where’s Dad?” she asked her grandmother.
“Upstairs.” Nothing more. Great. Her dad had abandoned her with the D.A. “You’d better not be drinking while taking medication.”
“I’m not on pain pills,” she said. “After today, I need this beer.”
Alex looked everywhere but at Matt. Her grandmother put two plates full of spaghetti and homemade sauce with meatballs on the table in front of them. Alex’s mouth watered.
“Where’s your plate?” Alex asked, half panicked. She really didn’t want to be alone with Matt.
“You don’t need me to eavesdrop,” her grandmother said. She put a beer in front of Matt, fresh grated parmesan cheese in the middle of the table, and warm sourdough bread next to the cheese. “I’m leaving, so I’m counting on you, Mr. Elliott, to make sure my granddaughter eats.”
Alex kissed her grandma on the cheek. “I love you, Mimi.”
Her grandma squeezed her uninjured arm. “I’m relieved you’re okay, sweetheart.” Then she left.
Matt Elliott stared at the plate. It was clear he wasn’t expecting food.
“Eat it, or you’ll hurt her feelings and then I’ll have to kill you,” Alex said.
“I’m sorry your dad put you on the spot, but I really need to talk to you.”
“Whatever.” She avoided eye contact.
She ate because she was hungry. She wasn’t going to ask why Matt wanted to speak with her. She was curious, but wasn’t going to let him know how curious she was, so she kept her mouth full.
At first bite, she remembered that she’d been too nervous about the interview to eat more than a couple bites of a muffin with her coffee this morning. And then came the assassination attempt, getting shot, chasing the suspect, talking to Jim, and then being stuck at the hospital for hours. Thankfully, Matt kept his mouth shut—except to eat.
She eyed him discreetly. He looked good. Of course he did. He was born to wear a suit, even though he’d taken off the jacket and loosened his tie. He always dressed well when in court, but she’d also seen him during his free time. He looked just as good in jeans and a T-shirt. Maybe better.
He was smart. Alex had always liked smart guys. They just didn’t always like her. She was street smart. She could hold her own in a conversation, but she wasn’t like her dad. She wasn’t what people called “well-educated.” She didn’t do fabulous in school—good enough to get into UC Davis, but she had a feeling that was more to due with the fact that her father was an alum. And, she was an athlete. She’d played soccer in college, not because she wanted to but because it made the four years bearable. She didn’t graduate with any honors, but she’d done okay.
The police academy—that was another story. She excelled, because she wanted it. She didn’t ace every test, but she scored well and graduated in the top ten percent. Because she’d played soccer since she was five, the physical tests were easy. She didn’t love running, but she was good at it. She’d been a goalie, which meant she wasn’t afraid of getting dirty or getting hit.
Matt was smart. Not just a lawyer, but a top lawyer, graduating from a top law school after serving a few years in the Navy Seals. He’d been elected to the State Senate at one
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