Page 72 of Possession

I swallowed. “Again?”

“Don’t test me, Ms. Copeland.”

We’d gone at each other desperately only hours before, but it didn’t seem to matter. The want was always there. It was the only constant between us.

He reached around me to the laptop, but instead of pushing me out of the way, he urged me to turn around. “Did you find something?”

I tried to concentrate, but the problem with Blake was that he didn’t invade my space unless he had an ulterior motive. I tapped the screen to life. “I’m not familiar with any of these names.”

His breath fanned along my neck and ruffled the little curls around my ear. “They have New York addresses, but the streets don’t make sense.” He reached under my arm. “See here?”

I tried to read where he was pointing, but all I could concentrate on was the fact that his arm was brushing against the side of my breast, and his chest crowded along my back.

I didn’t even want to go into what else was crowding me.

Focus, Grace.

I bent closer to the small screen. “Brooklyn?”

“Right. But that address is about two blocks from the park.”

I looked over my shoulder. “You know that off the top of your head?”

He brushed his bearded cheek against my jaw. It never took long for his five o’clock shadow to get dense. “I used to sneak into the city to watch movies.”

“I thought you were from around here?”

“When I was in college, I’d work the fishing boats during the summer.” His voice was low. Just above a rumble in his chest.

“You did?”

“I did. But at the Brooklyn Bridge Park they would play free movies a few times a year back then.” He rested his chin on my shoulder as he scanned the screen.

He’d said it like it was just a passing factoid, not a bomb of information that skewed my entire view of him. There was only Blake in a suit in my head.

It wasn’t the first time he mentioned vague things about his past, but they were just that…vague as hell.

Wait. He’d said something about the park. That was important, Grace. Wake up.

I frowned and looked closer. “This spreadsheet says it’s a warehouse.”

“Exactly. And that address is smack dab in the middle of the park.”

I skimmed my fingertip down the track pad. “Do you have your phone?”

“Where exactly would I be keeping it, Ms. Copeland?”

I cleared my throat. “Um, right.”

He stepped back and opened a drawer, pulling out an iPad. “Will this do?”

Though I expected him to stand next to me like he usually did when we were in work mode, he returned to his spot behind me. “Yes. Jack’s computer is a closed-circuit system.” I turned on the tablet and stilled as he used his thumb to unlock the screen. He rested his hands on either side of me, on the countertop.

I wasn’t about to let him know that he was crowding me. He’d only do it more. His citrus scent was stronger and less spicy since the smell of his aftershave had worn off.

“Smart,” he murmured.

I tried not to flush, but I couldn’t help the small smile as I plugged in the addresses of the companies into the maps app. A few of them matched buildings, but for the most part they were half addresses that didn’t make sense or were businesses sitting in the middle of rural neighborhoods.

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