Dangerous Secrets (Tall, Dark & Deadly #2)(11)

“Just the same,” he said. “You know I’m close.” He grabbed his cell from his belt. “We should also exchange numbers.”

“Right. Yes.” Julie dropped her purse to the bed and pulled her phone from inside. “I’m ready.”

Once they’d traded cell phone numbers, he stepped closer, less than an arm’s reach away. She could smell him, could all but taste him. “I should let you rest,” he said.

“Okay,” she said, not sure what else to say.

“Make sure you lock your door.”

She nodded. “Right. Yes.” She mentally cringed at the words she’d said just minutes before. Apparently, her witty attorney mind had already gone to bed for the night.

He stared down at her with dark, unreadable eyes. His gaze drifted to her lips, then lifted. He was thinking about kissing her. She wanted him to kiss her. Heat radiated off of him, calling to her. She told herself to act, to move. Why wasn’t she moving? Getting this back where it belonged.

“Good night, Julie,” he finally said, brushing his fingers down her cheek, sending a whole different kind of shiver down her spine. And then, just like that, he was gone, already at the door, and ordering, “Come lock up,” a moment before she heard it slam behind him.

Julie did as he said, fighting the urge to call his name and drag him onto the bed. It was too late. He was gone. She flipped the lock and let her back settle against the door.

This was good. No complications. It’s what she wanted, the way she lived. It was what was right. Only, it didn’t feel right at all.

***

Luke had stood in Julie’s room, hot, hard, and all about stripping her down and hearing her moan his name, but he’d somehow walked away. He’d left her behind. He’d succeeded in sticking to his plan to see where this thing between them would lead, besides the bedroom. He’d also ensured sleep was impossible.

By dawn, he was out of bed. Thirty minutes later he was showered, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and packed to leave. He spent the next hour and a half researching Judge Moore, and his connections, and passing along leads by email to Blake.

By seven, determined to keep Julie from running off without him, fairly confident that’s what she would do, he was at her door with two cups of steaming coffee in hand. He’d seen the confusion on her face, and he knew she wasn’t sure how to deal with him outside the bedroom. She’d figure it out. He’d help her. They’d figure it out together. He’d show her they weren’t the sum of their passion, but rather their passion was a sum of much more that she wasn’t ready to put a name to. He wasn’t sure he was either, but they had to do something because avoiding each other wasn’t an option. Their lives were too intermingled.

He knocked on her door with his foot, the idea of seeing her again shooting fire through his veins. He stood there a minute and kicked at the door again. No answer. He cursed, knowing he’d been right about her leaving him behind, and she’d still outsmarted him. She was gone, probably while he’d been sitting at his computer.

Luke set the coffee by her door so he didn’t spill it all over himself and headed back to his room. He dialed the front desk and sure enough, she’d checked out. Well, she wasn’t going anywhere without him. He’d already pulled strings and made sure they were on the same flight going home, seated next to each other.

***

Forty-five minutes later, Luke was inside the airport, past security, and searching for Julie. He spotted her at counter of one of the gates, the dark blue jeans she wore accenting her curves, her long blond hair loose around her slender shoulders, and the short-sleeved red silk blouse showing off her pearly white skin. She was gorgeous. She also seemed to be flustered, as was the customer service rep, and since he was pretty sure he was the cause, he hurried toward them.

“I don’t understand how you put all those other people on a flight out but you say my name isn’t on that ledger. I recognize most of them from my flight.” Julie was asking the lady as Luke appeared beside her, and settled his hand on Julie’s back. Her head swung around in surprise. “Luke?”

He grinned at her. “Not expecting me, I guess?” She looked guilty. Luke looked at the service rep, whom he’d met several times. “Sue, how are you?”

The twenty-something woman smiled and flipped her dark hair over her shoulders. “Hey Luke, I’m good,” she said with a flirty little grin.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said with a smile. “I believe you should have a reservation for myself and Ms. Harrison on the next flight, under a special security clearance.”

“What?” Julie asked, turning to him. “What reservation?”

“I would have told you if I had the chance,” he said. “I pulled some strings to get us on the first flight out.”

“No,” Julie insisted. “They just called those names and I wasn’t one of them.”

“Actually,” Sue said. “You are on the first flight out. It’s a reserved flight for priority travelers. I missed the reservation because of the way it was flagged by Luke’s name.”

Luke arched a brow at Julie. “Now would be the time to have your seat moved away from mine if you want to.”

Her expression softened. “I don’t want that.”

“You sure about that?”