Merry and Bright(66)

“You’ve lost your mind.” But she looked into his eyes and melted a little.

A lot.

It was official. He hadn’t lost his mind—she’d lost hers.





7


“I shouldn’t come in,” Cami said in a last-ditch effort to save herself. “You don’t want casual company tonight. It’s Christmas Eve.” She stood in his foyer, uncertain, and desperately trying to hide it from him. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

He just looked at her with amusement and something more, seeming tall and sure and so damn sexy. “Tomorrow my brother and I are going to watch college football and exchange fond insults, but until then, I’m all yours.”

Until then? She swallowed hard. She was attracted to him, so so so attracted, but deep inside she knew she might not be able to control that attraction if she let him touch her again.

“You’re thinking waaaaay too hard,” he said lightly, taking her hand as if to make sure she couldn’t run off.

“Bad habit, thinking too hard.” She took a deep breath and stepped into the living room. “I still want to go back to work and search the rest of the computers . . .”

“I know.” He moved to the fireplace and lit the already laid-out fire. “Come closer to the heat.”

She did so slowly, hugging herself tightly, throwing him a smile that she hoped seemed confident, not shaky.

He went into the kitchen. She heard him moving around, and her heart went into her throat. He was planning her seduction. Probably lighting candles, finding music, hunting up condoms.

Her thighs tightened.

Bad body. No more sex. She’d had her fling. She’d had her fun. Time to hunker down now—

He came back into the living room with cheese and salami and cut-up apples on a plate. She stared first at the food, and then at his face. “You’re . . . feeding me?”

“It’s dinnertime. I figured if I took the time to make something, you’d vanish on me. But we’re going to need fuel if we’re going back to the offices—”

“It’s just that I—” She cleared her throat. “I thought you were going to try to seduce me.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he said easily. “Just not until after we work, or you won’t relax. And I want you relaxed, Cami. Really relaxed.”

She stared at him. “You actually understand me. I mean really understand me.”

“I’m trying.”

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

The hell with it. She tugged him close and kissed him.

“Mmm,” he said in surprised pleasure, but after a minute, he pulled back and pushed the food in front of her. “Eat. Then the office. And then, Cami, then this. I’m going to take you to bed. Mine.”

His. God. How bad off was she that she thrilled to that idea?





The offices were dark and chilled, but Cami turned determinedly toward the department they hadn’t yet gone through—her own.

The first three computers were clean, including hers. One office left. She stood in the doorway and looked at Ned’s desk.

“We’re committing equal opportunity privacy invasion,” Matt said quietly. “We have to look.”

“Despite the Belinda fiasco, he wouldn’t hurt anyone, not this way.”

“Let’s just be absolutely positive.”

“Okay.”

To Cami’s utter shock, they found several e-mails addressed to the newspaper, in Ned’s sent file, one of which suggested the fire chief of Blue Eagle might be an arsonist. “Oh, my God,” she whispered, looking up into Matt’s grim face. “It’s him, too.” She couldn’t believe it, didn’t know what to think.

“You all right?”

It just made no sense. But she was all right. What Ned did didn’t reflect on her, didn’t mean anything except that Ned was an ass. She was okay. She was really okay, and it’d all started with that New Year’s resolution to go for it, to deviate from the plan once in a while. To live life to its fullest . . .

And Matt was it. He was her “go for it,” her “step off the path.”

He was the way to live life to its fullest. And not just a one-time deal. “Matt?”

At her soft, extremely serious tone, he stroked a strand of hair from her face. “What is it?”

“Maybe you should sit down,” she said a little shakily. “This is going to be a doozy—”

The office door creaked open behind them, and someone stopped in surprise at the sight of them.

“Hey,” Matt said, but the figure standing there whirled to run.

“Shit.” Matt surged up, just barely snagging the person by the back of the jacket.

Cami leaped for the light switch, then gasped in shock when the fluorescent bulbs sputtered to life and she found a gun in her face.

“Belinda,” Cami gasped.

Belinda tore free of Matt’s grip. Tall and willowy, with her long blond hair piled on top of her head, she was wearing black, studious-looking glasses and a tight red suit, none of which hid her beach-babe figure. “You two scared me to death,” she said. “What are you doing in here?”

“How about we talk about the gun first?” Matt asked, gesturing carefully to the weapon still in Belinda’s hand.