Kathleen O'Reilly - Breakfast At Bethany's

“Since it’s my schedule that’s causing the problem, I’ll make an exception. Where do you want to meet?”

“There’s a restaurant a few blocks from here.”

“You know, why don’t you just come over to my place? That way we don’t waste time with the commute, and I do have to be up early the next morning.”

The words were innocent enough, and her eyes showed no sign of ulterior motives, but he was fast learning that she was a much better actress than anyone could guess.

Little Bo Peep did nothing without an ulterior motive. Maybe it was another one of her little poke-the-dog games. Maybe he didn’t care.

The room got very quiet and an electric current began to crackle in the air. A gazillion megawatts. Enough to light up the shoreline of Chicago—and Detroit, too.

Spencer stood, and if she noticed the electric charge that was currently tenting his pants, well, good for her.

She picked up her purse and followed him out. “I’ll see you Tuesday night.”

He met her eyes, but chose to remain silent. A man lived by his words, but he could die by them, as well.

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