he’d made it. It had gone on so long, Cooper had begun to hope that Tony was going to let it slide, but he should have known better. Tony Monaco wasn’t the kind of man who forgave anything, especially a debt.
“This is very nice,” Hayley said. “It’s much bigger than it looks from the outside. I like all the wood.”
Her compliment sounded sincere. He tried to keep it in perspective. She wanted something from him, he reminded himself, so she’d say whatever she thought was necessary. “I guess you haven’t been here before,” he said.
“No. I’ve been living in Chicago for the past ten years. I only moved back to Latchford last fall. Since then I’ve been too busy to…socialize.”
He pushed open the door that led to the back hall, then stepped to one side so she could go ahead of him. Last fall? Right. That’s when her brother had been killed and her father had had his stroke.
But it was more than grief that had kept her out of the Long Shot. Hayley Tavistock didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who would normally come to a place like this anyway. She was probably too much of the good girl to let loose and enjoy herself.
She brushed close enough for him to catch her scent. There was soap and shampoo, but there was still a trace of earthiness. Maybe he was wrong about her not letting loose. Just because she was a Tavistock and dressed with class didn’t mean there wasn’t passion beneath the surface. He’d already seen some of it.
They reached his office in silence. Hayley stopped in front of his desk and looked out the window. The shade was up, so she had a good view of the orchard on the far side of the parking lot. The trees had come into bloom the week before. The blossoms were pretty well finished now. Last night’s rain had knocked down of most of them but there were a few still stubbornly clinging to the boughs.
Again, Cooper caught himself wondering what she thought. Before Sproule had set up business here, much of Latchford’s economy had depended on the surrounding farms. Only a few pockets were left, like this overgrown apple orchard. Although this window also overlooked the loading ramp at the back of the building, a practical feature which allowed Cooper to keep track of delivery trucks when they arrived, the trees were the main reason he’d chosen this room for his office.
The bargain he’d made with Tony was what allowed him to have this. It could also make him lose it all.
He closed the door behind him more forcefully than he’d intended.
Hayley gave a nervous start and turned to face him.
He felt like a jerk for making her jump. “I’m sorry about your troubles, Hayley,” he said.
“Everyone’s sorry. No one except you wants to do anything about it.”
He wanted to pull her into his arms. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans instead. “That’s right,” he said. “I mean to do something about it. I plan to see that Oliver pays for his crime. If you want that to happen, the best thing you could do is keep out of it. You shouldn’t have come here.”
She chewed her lip again, as if restraining herself from asking the same question as before. “While I do appreciate your help last night, I’m afraid you might have gotten the wrong impression about me.”
“Oh, yeah? What part?”
“I’m not always that…” She paused, as if searching for the right word.
“Passionate?” he supplied.
“Irrational.” She straightened the cuffs of her jacket. “As you mentioned, I was pushed to my limit. I snapped. I wasn’t myself.”
“Sure, you were. No one can fake feelings that strong.”
“Yes, well, I feel much better now.”
“Did you sleep?”
“Excuse me?”
“After I took you home. How much sleep did you get?”
She brushed at a wrinkle in her skirt. “That really isn’t relevant.”
She was right; he wasn’t her keeper. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to kiss the weariness from her expression. He locked his elbows to keep his hands in his pockets.
“I came here to assure you that you don’t need to fear I would hinder your plans if we worked together,” she said.
“Soap and clothes won’t change who a person is, Hayley.”
“That’s my point. You got the wrong impression.”
“Not about one thing. There’s no mistaking the fact that you’re a Tavistock,” he said bluntly.
Color flared in her cheeks. “I won’t apologize for my brother. He was a dedicated policeman.”
“Right. I know. Just like your father. You come from a long line of cops.”
“What does my father have to do with this? Adam’s the one you’re holding a grudge against.”
“I was locked in a cage for three years of my life and your brother was the one who put me there. Saying I hold a grudge doesn’t cover it.”
“What were you arrested for?”
“Hijacking a truckload of computer chips.”
She studied him for a moment. “Were you innocent?”
He kept his gaze steady on hers. She would probably feel more comfortable if he lied, but he wouldn’t deny what he used to do any more than she would apologize for her brother. They both were what they were, and there was no changing that. “I was guilty as sin, Hayley.”
“Then how can you resent Adam? He was only doing his job.”
“Yeah, I know. But do you have much luck telling yourself how you should feel?”
Her gaze wavered. The color in her cheeks deepened. “No, but sometimes to get what we want, we have to put our feelings aside. That’s why we should work together, no matter how much you dislike me because of my brother.”
“Dislike you?” He moved to where she stood, unable to restrain himself from touching her any longer. He pulled his hands from his pockets and tipped up her chin with his index finger. “Where did you get that idea?”
“You said you don’t want to work together.”
“I don’t. That doesn’t mean I’m blind.” He stroked his thumb along the edge of her jaw. This was another one of those times he didn’t have much luck telling himself how to feel. Sure, she was a distraction he couldn’t afford, but his body wasn’t listening. “You’re an attractive woman, Hayley. I could see that even when you were wearing half of Sproule’s garden.”
She didn’t pull away from his caress. He’d expected her to. Then again, she did want something from him. She might think accepting his touch was as necessary as making a compliment about his bar.
He fingered a curl that rested against her
