still stands. You are either shying away from commitment or you are dating more than one woman at a time.”
“I’ve never even implied to a woman that she was the only one.”
“So you don’t distrust women?”
“I don’t think so.”
Molly pulled a pan of sausage puffs from the oven, “Sometimes our behavior speaks for itself.”
Josie boosted herself up on the stool and started picking up the leftover pieces of chicken and popping them in her mouth, “I don’t suppose Molly ever told you that she has a degree in psychology from NYU.”
Tag assisted her in the cleanup, “No. Was that how you got into catering?”
Both women laughed at the joke.
“I wanted to go to a culinary school, but my parents thought I should have something to fall back on when my dream didn’t pan out. I graduated about a year before I met you, but by then the catering business had taken off.”
He looked at Josie, “And you have a degree in nursing, I suppose?”
“No. I took two years at NYU but gave it up when my work schedule began to conflict with my class schedule.”
“What did you want to do?”
“Anything but school,” Josie responded with a shake of her head. “I got through my classes on a wink and a prayer.”
“Your grades weren’t that bad, Josie,” Molly wiped down the counters. “You would be fine if you went back.”
Josie looked at Tag, “My sister is convinced that I am going to regret not finishing school.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t have anything to do once this job runs out.”
“That’s not it,” Molly argued. “I just think you might get tired of dangling fifty feet off the ground, hoping the strap will hold, worrying about whether the guy at the bottom will remember to put the landing pad in the right place, or praying that the wind won’t change.”
Josie didn’t respond. She had heard it all before.
Tag spoke up, “If you ever decide you need a change of pace, you can come work for us. We could use someone like you to chase down the slippery ones.”
Josie pointed a spatula at him, “How will you know they are slippery before you go chase them?”
He shrugged, “You can join my team.”
Molly scowled at the man, “Don’t give her any ideas.”
“Too late for that,” Josie hopped to her feet.
“You headed out?” Molly asked.
“I am,” Josie opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. “I don’t want to be late.”
Tag turned to look at her, “To what?”
Molly laughed, “You should take him with you.”
“I will not,” Josie backed toward the door. “Can you imagine the trouble I’d be in if I brought a cop with me?”
“Take a cop where?” he quickly repositioned himself so he was between her and the door.
“You know I don’t have to go out that way, don’t you?” she smirked at him.
“I know that I locked that window when I was in here last week,” he shoved his hands into his pockets. “And it was sticky. Not saying you couldn’t get it open, but I’d get to you before you’d get out.”
“And then what?” she was considering making an attempt at escape just to see if he could catch her.
Tag had Josie locked to himself so fast, she didn’t know what hit her.
“I’m not used to people who can move like you do, Josie,” his right arm was pressed firmly against her back, forcing their chests together. His other hand gripped both her wrists, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t adapt.”
She laughed despite being pinned, “Sorry for underestimating you.”
“I doubt you did,” he didn’t loosen his hold.
Josie shook her head, “I know when I’m beat.”
“Liar,” he let go anyway.
She raised her eyebrows.
He elaborated, “You and I both know you were about to get out of that.”
She had a few tricks up her sleeve, it was true, but the way he was holding her felt more intimate than the grips she had escaped in self-defense classes. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be released.
“How did you think I was
“I’ve never even implied to a woman that she was the only one.”
“So you don’t distrust women?”
“I don’t think so.”
Molly pulled a pan of sausage puffs from the oven, “Sometimes our behavior speaks for itself.”
Josie boosted herself up on the stool and started picking up the leftover pieces of chicken and popping them in her mouth, “I don’t suppose Molly ever told you that she has a degree in psychology from NYU.”
Tag assisted her in the cleanup, “No. Was that how you got into catering?”
Both women laughed at the joke.
“I wanted to go to a culinary school, but my parents thought I should have something to fall back on when my dream didn’t pan out. I graduated about a year before I met you, but by then the catering business had taken off.”
He looked at Josie, “And you have a degree in nursing, I suppose?”
“No. I took two years at NYU but gave it up when my work schedule began to conflict with my class schedule.”
“What did you want to do?”
“Anything but school,” Josie responded with a shake of her head. “I got through my classes on a wink and a prayer.”
“Your grades weren’t that bad, Josie,” Molly wiped down the counters. “You would be fine if you went back.”
Josie looked at Tag, “My sister is convinced that I am going to regret not finishing school.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t have anything to do once this job runs out.”
“That’s not it,” Molly argued. “I just think you might get tired of dangling fifty feet off the ground, hoping the strap will hold, worrying about whether the guy at the bottom will remember to put the landing pad in the right place, or praying that the wind won’t change.”
Josie didn’t respond. She had heard it all before.
Tag spoke up, “If you ever decide you need a change of pace, you can come work for us. We could use someone like you to chase down the slippery ones.”
Josie pointed a spatula at him, “How will you know they are slippery before you go chase them?”
He shrugged, “You can join my team.”
Molly scowled at the man, “Don’t give her any ideas.”
“Too late for that,” Josie hopped to her feet.
“You headed out?” Molly asked.
“I am,” Josie opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. “I don’t want to be late.”
Tag turned to look at her, “To what?”
Molly laughed, “You should take him with you.”
“I will not,” Josie backed toward the door. “Can you imagine the trouble I’d be in if I brought a cop with me?”
“Take a cop where?” he quickly repositioned himself so he was between her and the door.
“You know I don’t have to go out that way, don’t you?” she smirked at him.
“I know that I locked that window when I was in here last week,” he shoved his hands into his pockets. “And it was sticky. Not saying you couldn’t get it open, but I’d get to you before you’d get out.”
“And then what?” she was considering making an attempt at escape just to see if he could catch her.
Tag had Josie locked to himself so fast, she didn’t know what hit her.
“I’m not used to people who can move like you do, Josie,” his right arm was pressed firmly against her back, forcing their chests together. His other hand gripped both her wrists, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t adapt.”
She laughed despite being pinned, “Sorry for underestimating you.”
“I doubt you did,” he didn’t loosen his hold.
Josie shook her head, “I know when I’m beat.”
“Liar,” he let go anyway.
She raised her eyebrows.
He elaborated, “You and I both know you were about to get out of that.”
She had a few tricks up her sleeve, it was true, but the way he was holding her felt more intimate than the grips she had escaped in self-defense classes. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be released.
“How did you think I was
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