Page 63 of Dark Memories
“Moving on, you could never embarrass me. Ever.” He picked up her hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed her fingers. “I’m still that beer-and-pizza man that you fell in love with, Delaney, and I need you in my life.” He glanced at the clock. “Come with me.”
After assuring her they had the house to themselves, clad only in robes, he took her hand and led her to the kitchen. His menu for the evening had been a coincidence, but he couldn’t have planned it better. He’d told James to set the table in the breakfast nook and then to take the rest of the night off.
“See,” he said when they reached the table. “Beer and pizza. That’s me.”
She eyed their dinner, then burst into laughter. “Sold.”
“Yeah? You mean that?”
“Yes, and I’m holding you to your promise not to drip me in diamonds.”
“Promise.” He sealed the deal with a kiss.
Chapter Nineteen
“What’s wrong with her?”
Delaney looked up to see Nate Ryder peering at her over the cubicle wall.
Gabe nodded. “I know, man, it’s disconcerting.”
She put her phone facedown on her desk after reading Zach’s text. He’d sent her a selfie of him and Kali with a message that she’d just arrived home, and asking her to have dinner with them tonight.
“What are you two looking at?” Well, they were staring at her, but why?
Mason England walked up. “What’s going on?”
Nate lifted a chin toward her. “Harry’s smiling.”
“Huh?” Mason joined in the staring. “Since when?”
“Har har. You guys are the funniest detectives in the world… not. And it’s Delaney.”
“Huh?” Mason said.
Nate’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Who’s Delaney?”
“Gentlemen.” Gabe stood and swept a hand out at her. “I’d like to introduce you to my partner, Delaney Harrison.”
“Since when?” Mason said.
She shook her head. “Jeez, Mason. I never realized what a limited vocabulary you had.”
“We having a meeting or something?” Eric Cantu said, joining them.
Nate pointed a finger at her. “Harry is Delaney, and she’s smiling.”
“Huh?”
“God help me, I’m surrounded by boneheads.”
“That’s not the best of it,” Gabe said. “Our Harry… ah, Delaney is in love.”
“No way,” three detectives said, their deep voices sounding like a trio of singing bullfrogs.
Gabe smirked. “Way.”
“Who’s the poor…” Eric cleared his throat. “I mean, lucky guy?”
