Colleen Collins - Too Close For Comfort

“And what am I suppos’d to do?” asked a baritone voice, who Jeffrey guessed to be George. “Mine’s not fixed yet.”

“You got a team and me to cart you wherever you need,” Harry answered gruffly.

Jeffrey noticed it was the end of that discussion. If Jeffrey had his group dynamics pegged in this room, Harry was the lead Husky.

Cyd cut off another hunk of meat. “Thanks, Harry.” She shoveled some fries and salad onto the meat. “We got a ride to Geri’s,” she said, glancing at Jeffrey before chomping down on a bite of food that could be a meal unto itself.

He waited until she swallowed. “And there’s a place for me to stay at Geri’s?” Considering Cyd had promised to take him places before, he didn’t want to take anything for granted.

“You got a bed, a roof, free grub.”

He fought the urge to smile. He’d had ladies lure him into bedrooms with everything from promises of a “good time” to a bottle of French champagne on ice. But “a bed, a roof, free grub” was a new one.

Of course, Cyd wasn’t luring him anywhere…or was she?

“I’ll take it,” he answered. Better than waking up part dog. “And a ride back here tomorrow morning?”

“No problem,” said Cyd sweetly between bites, shooting him that same big-eyed look she’d given him in the radio room.

Which left him wondering why she’d bothered to say the word “no” because he sensed the other word, problem, loomed in his immediate future.

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