Intimate Secrets (The Love and Danger Series) Read Online Free Page B

order.  They hadn’t been able to look away from each other.  By the time she had her cup of coffee, he’d convinced her to sit down with him and they’d talked for hours that morning.  It had been a fall day, just like now.  The sky was almost painfully bright since the summer humidity had dissipated and the winter cold not yet here.  She’d been so beautiful that day.  Her long hair had sparkled in the sunshine, her lips red because she’d bitten them repeatedly during their conversation. 
    He remembered wondering if she’d done it just to torment him, to bring his attention to her lips, or because she’d been nervous.  Probably both.
    Shaking his head and focusing on the present, he pushed open the door to his truck and got out, following her inside.  She already had his coffee ready and he hesitated to accept the cup. 
    “It isn’t poisoned,” she snapped and shoved the cup into his hand, starting to walk away.  Then she remembered that she’d called him, asking him to meet her.  “I’m sorry.  That was uncalled for.”  She took a d eep breath, closing her eyes.  “Can we sit down?  Just for a moment?”
    Walker didn’t respond, but he moved over to one of the tables by the window so he could keep his back to the wall and still watch the other customers. 
    Amy smiled gently when she realized what he was doing.  “Always the cop, right?” she asked, both pride and admiration in her eyes.  And relief? 
    She stared at her coffee cup, her fingers wrapping around the cardboard circle that would protect her hands from the heat of the cup.  “Were you able to find out anything about this guy?” she asked.
    Walker heard the quiver in her voice and his mind was instantly alert.  “You saw him again.  Where?” he demanded, furious that she was in imminent danger. 
    “I haven’t,” she shook her head, her fingers tightening on the cup.  “I haven’t seen him…it’s just…”
    Walker waited, knowing she had something to tell him but was nervous.  He was trying to treat her like he would any other victim, with patience and understanding, letting her tell the story in her own time.  But this was Amy.  The longer he was around her, the more he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her.
    Dammit!  She was doing that lip biting thing again.  He wanted to reach over and rub his thumb against her full, lower lip, to taste her lips with his and feel her tremble as the desire swamped up and overwhelmed them just like it always had in the past.  It was still there, still simmering even though both of them were trying to ignore it, and just as strong, possibly even stronger, than it had been before. 
    “I was just hoping for an update.  If you’ve had any progress.”
    Walker watched her carefully and knew that something else had happened.  “What’s going on, Amy.  Tell me,” he commanded but in a gentler voice, wanting her to trust him with whatever was bothering her. 
    She took a deep breath, looking down at the table.  “It might be nothing,” she said.  “It might not even be connected to the case.”
    He waited but she bit her lip again, her long, dark lashes fanning out against her pale cheeks, making him look at those adorable freckles again.  “Amy, what happened?” he prompted. 
    She started to pick at the cup nervously.  “I found a letter on my windshield when I left the grocery story yesterday.”
    That perked up his attention.  “Where and when?” he demanded.
    Amy was initially startled by the vehemence in his voice but she should have anticipated it.  She hadn’t even meant to tell him about the note.  She wanted to ignore it herself, but this stalker guy was becoming bolder, scarier.  She didn’t want to even think about what would happen if he…her house…she shook her head, trying to clear the panic that threatened to overwhelm her with the possibilities. 
    “It was on my windshield this morning when I came out to get something