Page 73 of Fierce-Zander

Then she realized her back was against the wall and he was breathing heavily while she held on to him.

He let go of her ass and her legs dropped down. She almost fell to the floor, her legs were so wobbly.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I think I lost some circulation being in that position for so long. How about you? You were holding up a hundred and twenty pounds.”

“Felt like fifty,” he said, laughing and grabbing his jeans from the floor and walking toward the bathroom in the back.

“Nice compliment,” she shouted but picked up her clothing and ran upstairs naked.

She left her bedroom door open but closed the bathroom door while she used the toilet and turned the shower on.

No reason to get dressed when she wanted to clean up and walked to her closet to get comfy clothes.

“Can we shower together?” he asked, coming in. He had his jeans on but unbuttoned. His shirt in his hand.

“We can,” she said. “Or you can use the other bathroom.”

“Nah,” he said. “I think I can keep my hands off of you for ten minutes.”

“Maybe I like your hands on me,” she said. “I’m almost afraid my neighbor might know that too if they were in their garage just now.”

“A nice big steak fed to my ego,” he said, grinning.

“You know,” she said after she grabbed two towels. He was dropping his jeans in her bathroom now and pushing the door all the way open to get into the shower. “You could leave a change of clothing here if you wanted.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said.

No reason to say much more. She wasn’t one to push the issue.

They showered together and got out. He put his clothes back on while she got in leggings and a sweatshirt and sat on her bed. She knew he was going to leave soon. It was almost eight.

“I’d offer you something to eat or drink, but you got your cake and ate it too tonight.”

He snorted. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said.

“Something is. Open communication here. Talk to me. I’m not as good as you are at pulling information out of people.”

She liked that he nicely complimented her at the same time that he wanted her to talk.

How many times in her past had men she dated not wanted to talk because they felt they were being analyzed?

“I’m trying to put everything together in my mind that we talked about tonight. Not about the case, but the other part.”

“The Fierces?” he asked.

“Yes. I love Miles. He’s a great employee and a friend too.”

“But there is part of you that might feel betrayed?” he asked.

“I don’t want to feel that way. I shouldn’t. He always has my best interest at heart. He’d never do anything to hurt me. He even said I should tell you about the flowers.”

“And what do you think about that?”

She grinned that this was almost role reversal. She liked it too.

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