19Claire shivered until the water equalized to something more pleasant, and then she turned to Bodie. He was still staring at her, looking like he was a man starved and suddenly faced with a steak dinner. There was hunger in his gaze that was enough to set her prey instincts into overdrive but only served to heighten her arousal in a strange way.There was just a faint hint of fear mingled with her nerves as he reached forward and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped hers around him, stroking his skin as his mouth took possession of hers. If possible, this was even more fierce and possessive than the one he’d given her earlier, and she responded in kind. Claire was doing her best to immerse herself in the passion, but when his hand brushed against her shoulder, she tensed in spite of herself and pulled back.He frowned as he looked down at her. “What’s wrong?” He sounded almost growly, and it was obvious he was having a hard time maintaining control.She rather liked that, but she k
20After sleeping more deeply than he could recall in a long time, Bodie woke with boundless energy. His first instinct was to wake the human in his bed and make love to her again, but she was sleeping so soundly that he didn’t want to disturb her. It needled him with guilt to just think about it, so he decided to channel his energy elsewhere.He crept out of bed to keep from waking her and took a quick shower before going into the kitchen. She was still sleeping soundly, and now he hoped she would continue it so he could arrange his surprise.He took out a skillet and placed it on the gas stove before opening his fridge, eyeing the contents with consideration. Would she prefer pancakes or French toast? A glance at the remainder of his bread revealed he was making French toast, because it had to be used soon. He pulled out all the ingredients along with bacon and soon had everything started. The air was redolent with the smell of frying bacon in no time, and he was allowing his bread
21“You were with them in the accident.” Val blurted out the words, looking stricken.Claire nodded, and she appeared to be bracing herself. “I was. I was asleep in the backseat.”“What can you tell us about what happened?” asked Duke. He sounded surprisingly polite. “We were never very clear. I mean, we had the authorities’ accounts and eyewitnesses’ interviews, but it wasn’t the same as someone who was actually there.”Claire straightened her shoulders and sat up some. Apparently, she forgot herself for a moment, because she tucked her hair behind her ear. He was proud to see the revelation, though he realized his parents were both stricken at the sight. Claire must realized too, because she started to reach up to cover her face again, but he intercepted her hand as though he didn’t realize what she was doing, putting it in his on top of the table. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”He might’ve stymied her ability to cover her face with her hair by claiming her
22As soon as Bodie disappeared down the hallway with his dad, her stomach clenched with nerves. She was left to entertain Val, though it wasn’t her house, and it certainly wasn’t her place to entertain Bodie’s mother like she was a mother-in-law or something. She fiddled with her fork, though she was done eating, and realized the plates were still on the table.She sprang up and started moving them to the kitchen sink, eager to have something to do. She managed to delay conversation for a few minutes by scraping off the plates and loading the dishwasher, but then it was inevitable to return, since she had no other choice. She sat down again and realized Val had been quietly observing her the whole time. She looked at the woman’s cup and noticed it was empty. “Would you like more coffee?”“No, thank you. We have a long drive ahead of us, and Duke gets impatient if I ask to stop along the way for any reason.” She gave a small laugh, obviously unbothered by his impatience.“I see.” She
23Claire was sleeping in when Bodie left early Monday morning, since she had to work that evening. Dillon had asked him to come in, and he decided to take half the cake they’d baked into the station to keep himself and Claire from eating all of it. Considering neither one of them knew much about baking, it had turned out reasonably well, and he placed it down on Juno’s desk as he entered the station a short time later.She looked at it with interest. “What’s that?”“It’s a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. Claire and I made it this weekend.”Juno arched a brow. “I didn’t know you could bake. I guess she does?”Bodie laughed. “Truthfully, neither one of us are very good, but we muddled through. It’s just a matter of following instructions.” He removed the cover, revealing the frosting was a little uneven, and the cake was sloped. “Don’t let the appearance fool you.”After a brief hesitation, she reached out and plucked off a piece, taking a bite. “That’s surprisingly good.”
24It hovered on the tip of his tongue to tell her what he was thinking, but he realized it was too quick. She’d probably freak out and maybe even run away. She was sure to be frightened by his sudden conviction that she was the one for him. It was better to let her ease into the idea and get more acclimated to dating him before he started talking about forever.Their food arrived, piled high, and Claire ate with gusto initially. Suddenly, she stopped eating and dropped her fork. Then she looked down. He thought for a minute she was just getting more room to continue eating, but when she didn’t resume, he asked, “What’s wrong?”She shook her head. “I guess I’m not very hungry.”Considering she’d been practically inhaling the food a moment before, he was suspicious to say the least. He turned in his seat, his gaze locking with Wanda Starr. Dillon’s sister was glaring openly with an air of intimidation, though she started to quell when she met Bodie’s gaze instead of Claire’s. He glared
25 Claire’s stomach was twisting in knots as she entered the kitchen. She smothered a groan at Saul standing there. He sent her a curious look. “What are you doing here, kid? You aren’t scheduled for two hours yet.” She’d hoped to be able to go right through without seeing anyone, so she feigned a glance at the clock. “Gosh, I guess I must’ve misread the time. I’ll be back when my shift starts then.” She rushed through the kitchen, breezing past him without giving him a chance to ask her anything else. She waited at the front of house for a few minutes, giving Bodie’s truck time to put distance between himself and the restaurant. He should be halfway back to Northstar by now, and that would give her enough time without him being aware of what was happening. Everything settled heavily in her stomach like a lead balloon as she broke into a jog to get to her parents’ house faster than usual. She was used to doing a lot of walking, since she couldn’t bring herself to drive anywhere, bu
26Her mother served herself and Thomas a few minutes later, apparently having accepted Claire’s statement that she wasn’t hungry. Claire was glad, because the last thing she could have done was manage to eat now, even if she hadn’t been concerned about what her mother might’ve put in the food. She fiddled with her glass of juice, but she didn’t lift it to her mouth.“How is your new place?” asked her father. He sounded almost normal.She shrugged a shoulder. “I haven’t found one yet. I’m staying with a friend for now.” She bit down on her lip, wondering if she should’ve admitted that. Surely, they’d make an intuitive leap and realize she was staying with Bodie.Martina stiffened slightly. “You’re not staying in Northstar, are you? You did promise to stay away from there.”“Someone I know from work.” That wasn’t technically a lie, since she and Bodie had reconnected at The Honey Trap.“This omelet is outstanding, Martina.” Thomas took a big bite, and his appetite seemed as normal as e