saw you in the office after the explosion. If your father really has a mole in the department he might already know that you aren’t really dead. But it was worth a try.”
Coleton’s eyes locked on hers, and she saw hope and optimism in them, despite her words.
In the kitchen the dinger dinged and Aria felt her mouth water instantly. She snapped off the TV and rushed back into the kitchen.
Coleton took the lasagna out of the oven and placed it on the table. “We really should let this rest for thirty minutes, but I’m not going to do that to you.”
“Thanks,” Aria said, watching his hands closely as he uncovered the lasagna and then spooned some out for her. She took a bite-sized piece on her fork and blew on it three times, then shoved it in her mouth, burning her tongue but unable to stop herself.
“Mmm,” she said around forkfuls, not caring that Coleton was watching her, his lasagna whole and untouched. “This is wonderful,” she gushed, meaning it. Frozen TV dinner lasagna couldn’t compare for a moment.
A smile grew on Coleton's face, and he finally dug into his piece, eating like this was nothing new - he got food this good every night. He probably did. He could cook, after all.
Aria finished her piece and dug into the pan for another one. She finished that one too and sat back, full to bursting, her thoughts returning straight to her sister now that her stomach was taken care of. Coleton’s eyes were hooded, contemplative. He ate in studious silence and when he finished his piece, he stood up immediately and washed their dishes.
“I’ll let this cool and put it in the fridge before I go to sleep,” he said in her direction, motioning to the pan of lasagna, then heading out of the room. Aria jumped up, meaning to beat him to the couch, but he was already there.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said. “You take the bed.”
“Absolutely not,” Coleton replied firmly, his voice low and commanding, and Aria felt a shiver go down her spine. She ignored it and looked at his back as he sat down, still not looking at her.
Fine , she thought. She’d be more comfortable on the bed anyway. She stalked down the hallway and flopped into bed, fully clothed, her gun still in its holster around her waist, her ears on full alert even as her eyes slipped closed. She fell into a light sleep quickly, her mind barely registering the baby crying in the unit next door.
Chapter 9
Hunter Foley looked through his pants pockets one more time, then ran outside and searched his car again. It was hopeless. He knew he had taken his phone to work yesterday, and that was where it disappeared, but he couldn’t help being thorough. It was in his blood. He walked slowly back into the house, going over yesterday’s activities in his mind one more time. When he entered the kitchen, Jen came out of the bedroom, looking tight in her uniform, with her hair slicked back.
“You still can’t find it?”
He shook his head balefully, almost sick at the thought of it being gone. People were depending on him. People who had that number. He had to be at the airport in two hours. He hoped the day didn’t get any worse.
“Sorry babe,” Jen said, slipping her arms around his waist.
“Not your fault,” Hunter said, planting a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I’ll get another one at work. I’ll text you the number as soon as I can.”
Jen nodded and reluctantly let him go. “When will you be back?”
“Friday night if everything goes well.”
“OK, I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, but it’s only a few days. Stay focused.”
Jen smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “Yes Assistant Chief. Anything you say Assistant Chief.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Hunter growled, his mind casting back to last night, when she’d said exactly those words, just before giving him exquisite, mind-blowing pleasure. God a man could get used to that kind of thing. His life had never been so amazing as
Coleton’s eyes locked on hers, and she saw hope and optimism in them, despite her words.
In the kitchen the dinger dinged and Aria felt her mouth water instantly. She snapped off the TV and rushed back into the kitchen.
Coleton took the lasagna out of the oven and placed it on the table. “We really should let this rest for thirty minutes, but I’m not going to do that to you.”
“Thanks,” Aria said, watching his hands closely as he uncovered the lasagna and then spooned some out for her. She took a bite-sized piece on her fork and blew on it three times, then shoved it in her mouth, burning her tongue but unable to stop herself.
“Mmm,” she said around forkfuls, not caring that Coleton was watching her, his lasagna whole and untouched. “This is wonderful,” she gushed, meaning it. Frozen TV dinner lasagna couldn’t compare for a moment.
A smile grew on Coleton's face, and he finally dug into his piece, eating like this was nothing new - he got food this good every night. He probably did. He could cook, after all.
Aria finished her piece and dug into the pan for another one. She finished that one too and sat back, full to bursting, her thoughts returning straight to her sister now that her stomach was taken care of. Coleton’s eyes were hooded, contemplative. He ate in studious silence and when he finished his piece, he stood up immediately and washed their dishes.
“I’ll let this cool and put it in the fridge before I go to sleep,” he said in her direction, motioning to the pan of lasagna, then heading out of the room. Aria jumped up, meaning to beat him to the couch, but he was already there.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said. “You take the bed.”
“Absolutely not,” Coleton replied firmly, his voice low and commanding, and Aria felt a shiver go down her spine. She ignored it and looked at his back as he sat down, still not looking at her.
Fine , she thought. She’d be more comfortable on the bed anyway. She stalked down the hallway and flopped into bed, fully clothed, her gun still in its holster around her waist, her ears on full alert even as her eyes slipped closed. She fell into a light sleep quickly, her mind barely registering the baby crying in the unit next door.
Chapter 9
Hunter Foley looked through his pants pockets one more time, then ran outside and searched his car again. It was hopeless. He knew he had taken his phone to work yesterday, and that was where it disappeared, but he couldn’t help being thorough. It was in his blood. He walked slowly back into the house, going over yesterday’s activities in his mind one more time. When he entered the kitchen, Jen came out of the bedroom, looking tight in her uniform, with her hair slicked back.
“You still can’t find it?”
He shook his head balefully, almost sick at the thought of it being gone. People were depending on him. People who had that number. He had to be at the airport in two hours. He hoped the day didn’t get any worse.
“Sorry babe,” Jen said, slipping her arms around his waist.
“Not your fault,” Hunter said, planting a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I’ll get another one at work. I’ll text you the number as soon as I can.”
Jen nodded and reluctantly let him go. “When will you be back?”
“Friday night if everything goes well.”
“OK, I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, but it’s only a few days. Stay focused.”
Jen smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “Yes Assistant Chief. Anything you say Assistant Chief.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Hunter growled, his mind casting back to last night, when she’d said exactly those words, just before giving him exquisite, mind-blowing pleasure. God a man could get used to that kind of thing. His life had never been so amazing as
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