old,” Bonnie said to the man at her side.
Ever since she returned to work three weeks ago, her brother or Cal had walked her to her car. Tonight it was her brother.
“I mean it Dexter, I don’t need you to walk me twenty feet.”
“That guy is still on the loose and you don’t remember who it was, so for your safety and my peace of mind, you get an escort to your vehicle.”
She still could not recall all the events of that evening when someone tried to rob her. At least that’s what the cops were saying. It was an attempted carjacking or robbery and she fought back. Of course she fought back, but one thing bothered her. It had to be someone she knew. A shudder wiggled down her spine. Her attacker had called her by name. If she hadn’t been distracted by her phone call, maybe she could’ve seen the guy. But that begged the question, who did she know that wanted to hurt her?
“Hey? Are you okay?” His voice broke through her reverie.
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
He faced her, concern shadowing his eyes.
“I’m fine. Really. I just realized that the person knew me.”
“Which is even more of a reason why someone should walk you to your car at night.”
“I know.” She sighed. Having an escort was sensible. She didn’t have to like it, but she could see the logic in his argument. They resumed walking.
“And you’re not moving as fast as before.”
“Well let me break a couple of your ribs and see how fast you move,” she quipped.
“Should you even be back at work?”
She huffed. “Dexter, please. You’re nagging.”
“I learned from the best.”
She smiled at that. He opened her door when she unlocked it.
“So what’s going on with you and Buck? I noticed he’s been hanging around the condo.”
“Nothing,” she mumbled and ducked her head so her brother wouldn’t see the flush creeping into her cheeks. “You’ve walked me to my car. Don’t you have something else to do?”
He chuckled. “Sure. Will he be there tonight?”
“You’re not going to leave this alone are you?”
He shook his head, a grin on his face.
“Fine. He wants to go out with me.”
“Really?”
“Why say it like that?”
He shrugged.
“You think he’s too old?” She couldn’t quite keep the defensive note from her voice. The last thing she wanted to hear would be her brother’s disapproval.
Her brother met and held her gaze. “Do you think he’s too old for you?” Dexter rested a hand on the door. “I always thought he was cool. He taught me a lot of things growing up, but that could be some of the left over hero worship talking.”
“It might be.” A smile creased her lips. There were many an afternoon she’d come home for school or work and find Buck showing Dexter something or other. They built everything from forts to model planes. They even went fishing a time or two. She slipped her key in the ignition.
“At least you don’t have to lie about your age anymore.”
“Yeah. There was that.”
He closed her door and she rolled down the window. “I’ll see you at home.”
“Chicken and dumplings for dinner?”
“I thought I told you I’d cook tonight?”
She shrugged. “Old habits, lil’ bro. I’ll always take care of you.”
“You need someone to take care of you too.”
As an answer she peeled out the drive-way and stuck her hand out the window in a wave. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her, she was quite capable of doing that herself.
When she pulled into the driveway of the condo she shared with her brother some fifteen minutes, she wasn’t surprised to see a familiar gray Benz parked at the curb. She blew out a breath. This man was going to drive her crazy in more ways than one. With a sigh, she exited her vehicle and locked it with the remote.
“If you keep this up, my neighbors are going to complain,” she said as she strolled toward him.
The corners of his mouth lifted and she was drawn to his lips. Full and sensuous. Just right for