Page 44 of All Dressed Up

He cracked a smile. “You know, everyone at the station high-fived me for that last one.”

She cast him over a disapproving look. “No assaulting anyone related to Emma.”

“Fine.” He held his hand up, his palm toward her. “So, we’re in this together?”

“Together,” she repeated, giving him her own high five, their palms lingering for a second longer, her touch sending tiny electric bolts through him.

Feeling a little hope from that sensation, he made the invite before his brain could retract it, “Do you want to come in for some coffee?”

“I should go.” She started her car. “It’s late. Marc’s probably wondering where I am. I’m not being a very good host.”

He raked his hand through his hair. He’d forgotten about her ubersuccessful, good-looking house guest. “I’ll see you tomorrow at Buttermilk Blooms.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Good night, Rach.”

“Good night, Will.”

He stepped out of her car and watched as she pulled out of his driveway onto the main road, disappearing into the dark.

He’d never disappoint her like today again.