Page 44 of Killer's Obsession
He shrugs his shoulders like it’s not a big deal, but to me it’s everything. All these little things he does for me… Such simple gestures, but they make my heart swell.
“Gonna take a quick shower, then we’ll hit the road.”
“I’ll get dressed.”
He moves around me into the bathroom, and I hear the water kick on.
I take my time putting on the new pair of panties and matching bra. Then slip into the buttery soft jean shorts and white haltertop with red lips printed on the front. It’s nothing fancy, but with the temps rising into the triple digits today, all I care about is staying cool. I step into the cutest pair of wedge sandals and fasten the strap around my ankles.
“There,” I say to myself as Killer emerges from the bathroom with a towel slung low around his hips. Like a fiend getting a hit of her favorite drug, my mouth waters at the sight of him.
“See something you like?” he asks when he catches me staring.
Heat floods my cheeks. “Maybe.”
He grins, dropping the towel to pull on a fresh pair of boxers and jeans. I try not to ogle his perfect backside, but it’s a losing battle. The man is magnificent.
“Look in the closet.” He juts out his chin toward the walk-in closet door. “I got something for you, for when we’re on the bike.”
I open the closet door, and hanging right there next to all my clothes is a black leather jacket with thick buckles.
“Killer.”
He comes up behind me and wraps a muscular arm around my middle. “We’re on the bike a lot, and I want you safe.”
“How did you find time to do this?” I can’t believe it. We’ve been running ragged with getting everything for the house on top of the busy schedule at the shop.
I feel his shoulders go up. “You’re my priority, babe.”
Spinning in the circle of his arms, I place my hands on his bare chest. “Thank you. For always managing to make me feel safe.”
And loved.
Ten minutes later, we’re on his bike heading into town. The Burger Shack sits at the edge of town, a retro-styled diner complete with chrome accents and neon signs. As we park in front of the building, I spot Cora through the windows. She’s in a waitress uniform, carrying plates to a table.
“Chief’s old lady works here?” I ask as Killer helps me off the bike.
He nods. “Yeah. She works here part-time.”
How did I not know that?
Killer holds the door open for me to go in before him. Such a gentleman. Inside, the place is popping with people grabbing a bite to eat for lunch. The smell of grilled meat and fries makes my mouth water instantly. I wipe at my chin to make sure I’m not drooling. How embarrassing would that be?
“Hey, you two!” Cora says when she spots us. “Grab that booth over there.” She points to the last booth along the wall. “It’s my section. I’ll be right with you.”
Killer’s hand goes to the small of my back and we move to the table.
“In you go.”
At his direction, I slide in. I expect him to take the spot across from me, but to my surprise, he slides in beside me, making my stomach do a little flip.
This man.
He’s always doing stuff like this—thoughtful things that make me feel safe and protected.
I lean over and kiss his jaw, inhaling the clean scent of his aftershave.
He grunts and looks down at me, one dark eyebrow arched. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”
