Speak No Evil_ A Novel - Allison Brennan [113]
“You must be Merlin,” she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “Conjuring up food out of nothing.”
“I found the linguica in your freezer. Canned tomatoes and olives. I threw away the green cheese, but fortunately the eggs were fresh.”
She remembered buying a dozen eggs the last time she went shopping because one of the few things she could make in the kitchen was chocolate chip cookies. But she hadn’t had time since Angie’s murder to even think about baking.
She kissed his bare shoulder. “Great in bed and in the kitchen. I think I’ll have you stick around awhile.” Though she was being flirty and flip, her heart twisted as she realized Nick would be returning to Montana in short order. She admired that he’d stayed on the case even after his brother had been cleared. Nick’s dedication to the job and his desire to seek justice for the victims was as sexy as his physique. But he couldn’t take an indefinite amount of time off, could he? He had responsibilities, more than just to her or this investigation.
A deep sadness shot through Carina. She dropped her arms and poured herself a cup of hot coffee. Nick was a keeper. But she’d thought Jim was a keeper, too, and look what had happened there.
Nick was like Jim in that he didn’t like to talk about himself or his feelings. But when she prodded a bit, Nick opened up. She liked that he wasn’t afraid to share what disturbed him, that he was willing to let her see inside, even when things weren’t perfect.
She couldn’t remember a time when she’d really pushed Jim to talk. If she had, maybe things would have been different. But maybe she hadn’t cared as much as she’d thought she had.
And if things were different, Nick Thomas wouldn’t be half-naked in her kitchen cooking her breakfast.
“Sit,” he said, dishing up something that smelled far too good to come from her stove.
Her stomach growled as Nick served her a plate of scrambled eggs with linguica sausage, olives, tomatoes, and green chiles—hot sauce on the side.
“I’m in heaven,” she said, pouring hot sauce liberally over her food.
“Heaven was last night,” Nick said, sitting across from her and taking her hand. He kissed her fingers, taking a moment to plant a seductive kiss on the tip of her index finger. Hot chills raced down her spine.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to forget breakfast and take you back to bed,” she said.
He smiled, licked her finger, then dropped her hand when the phone rang.
“Hello,” she answered.
“It’s Patrick. He took our bait.”
“He’s in the chat room?”
“Not yet, but he read the message we sent from ‘Elizabeth.’ ”
“Great. I’m going to jump in the shower, then meet you at the station.”
“Shower, but wait for my call. As soon as he goes into chat it won’t take me long to get his ISP, and the DA came through with the warrant. I just have to fill in the provider.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
She filled Nick in on her conversation with Patrick.
“I haven’t showered yet.”
“Neither have I.”
“It would be a shame to waste water.”
“Yes, it would.”
“Eat.”
“Fast.”
They ate only half the food in front of them before Carina dropped her fork. “I can’t wait.” She grabbed Nick’s hand, pulled him out of his chair, and led him down the hall to the shower. She turned on the shower, then pulled off her shirt, leaving her completely naked. She smiled and pushed Nick against the door, seeking his mouth with hers.
“You taste good,” Nick mumbled as he nibbled her lip. His hands were on her bare ass, holding her tight against him.
When had she felt so right, so comfortable with a man so quickly? Never. It was as if she and Nick had been friends and lovers for years.
“We have to do this fast,” she said, her breath quickening.
Nick gathered her tight into his arms, kissed her, water running over them. “Fast now, slow tonight. Very slow.”
He bathed Leah, but couldn’t stop thinking about Elizabeth. She’d asked for his help.
He itched to get back to his computer.
He could drown Leah. That would be fast. Just hold her underwater