pot to keep going.
Chloe turned from the counter, a grin gracing her lips. “It’s almost done.”
For a few seconds that smile whisked away his worries. She’d made the day bearable; he’d known his back was covered. “I hope it’s not decaf.”
“What’s the point in drinking coffee without the caffeine?”
He chuckled. “True. I remember you like your coffee like I do—strong and caffeinated.” He recalled many things now that he was around her again. Her laugh—filled with so much joy. Her favorite dessert—anything with caramel. Her caring nature, especially for the underdog.
“It’s strong. We’ll have to take turns standing guard tonight, so when the coffee runs out, make some more.”
“I’ll take the first watch. Coffee won’t keep me up when I do get a chance to sleep. I don’t think anything will.” He covered the distance to the pot and poured a mugful. “This house isn’t as secure as it should be. I wish they weren’t staying here, but they insisted. Their friend invited them to use it while he was away on a skiing vacation.”
“We’ll only be here a few more days, then on to San Antonio. Let’s hope the next place they’re staying is better.”
“The alarm system is old and could be circumvented easily, not to mention the locks and door frames aren’t as sturdy as I’d like.”
Her large eyes trapped him. “Maybe we should try to find a more secure place tomorrow. Then both of us can stay up tonight. Just in case there’s a follow-through with what happened today?”
He didn’t remember her eyes being so green—like a peridot crystal—when they had been together before. “I’m a light sleeper. I’ll leave the door open. We both need some sleep in order to do our jobs. Even no sleep for one night could impair our abilities.”
Chloe took a sip. “I was thinking of stretching out in front of the entrance to the Zimmermans’ bedroom. The easiest way to get to them is coming in the front door and up the stairs.”
“I’ll be planting myself on the stairs when not making my rounds. That way you can sleep in the room across the hall from the Zimmermans’. I can’t imagine the hard floor being comfortable.”
“I’m a light sleeper, too, so if you need help, just give me a holler.”
The more he was around her, the more he realized they used to have a lot of things in common—but not enough for a commitment. “Wish we had a big dog right about now, but we’ll have to rely on the alarm system.”
“The one that’s easily disarmed.” Her eyes twinkled, a dimple appearing in her cheek.
Her look warmed him, although the old house they were staying in had a draft as if the cold wind blew right through it. “Afraid so.” He cupped the mug between his hands and took a slow sip. “This might be a good time to talk. As crazy as this first day was, we may not have time later.”
Putting her cup down, she leaned back with her hands grasping the counter on either side of her. “I would prefer we leave the past in the past. What happened nine years ago can’t be changed.”
She made it sound so easy. Just forget the past—the moments he’d shared with her, his decision to go into law enforcement rather than become a preacher and what his job had meant to him at the time. In the end it hadn’t made any difference. They had gone their separate ways, and he needed to remember that.
“I made a choice to go to Washington—to take the promotion. I wanted you to come, but I understand why you didn’t. You had other obligations. Looking back on that time, I don’t think we were meant to be together. Sometimes people meet and begin to fall in love, but it doesn’t work out. I don’t want our past to interfere with the present.” As he spoke to her, he wondered if he really believed it couldn’t have worked out if circumstances had been different.
“I don’t, either. I can put it behind me. Can you?” Her knuckles whitened as her grip tightened on the granite edge.
“Yes, because I may be working with Guardians, Inc., and I can’t think of anyone I’d want more than you as a partner, if the need arises.”
“Kyra is expanding?”
“Maybe. I’ve given her a proposal to consider.”
She pushed off the counter. “What kind?” Wariness entered her voice.
“I have a lot of contacts for potential personnel and clients from my years working in the Secret Service. I’d buy into the business, and we would expand, hiring male bodyguards to complement the female ones already working for Guardians, Inc. I’ll take over some duties from her. I think she wants to have more time with her family.” T.J. swallowed some more of his drink, relishing it. She made a good cup of coffee.
“So you’d become my boss?” Her forehead crinkled; her mouth pinched into a frown.
“Yes. Can you work for me?”
Chloe tilted her head to the side, her gaze fastened on him as if studying him. “I don’t know if I can. Working on a case with you is one thing. We’ve got a past—one serious enough that you wanted me to follow you to Washington and I asked you to stay in Dallas. You didn’t. You made your choice.”
“I’d been working for that promotion for five years. I thought when your mother was better, you’d come. I asked you to. Why didn’t you?”
“I wanted to be more important to a man than a job. It’s the past. I don’t want to go through this again. No good will come of it.”
“So we’ll put the past in the past as you said and proceed forward?”
She nodded, stepping away from him.
“That’s all I need to know.” He finished the last few sips of his coffee.
“What made you quit the Secret Service? Nine years ago it was obvious your life revolved around your job.” Tension threaded through each word.
“Probably the same reason you quit the police department. I needed a change.” He busied himself pouring another cup of coffee. He couldn’t tell her about the government figure he’d protected while the man had had an affair. After a while, he hadn’t been able to look away as if nothing was wrong. He believed in marriage and wanted to get married only once in his life. When his respect for the man had plummeted, he’d realized that it was time for him to seek employment elsewhere.
“When you feel up to telling me the whole story, I’m willing to listen.” Her expression neutral, she passed him and headed toward the dining room. “I’ll do a walk-through, then go up to the bedroom across from the Zimmermans. Wake me in four hours.”
He watched her leave, then turned off the light and positioned himself at the bay window in the breakfast nook. Stepping close, he cracked the blinds open to survey the area outside. With all the security lights on, there were still pockets of shadows that could conceal a person from the patio to the wooden fence that surrounded the half-acre backyard. He had a bad feeling about this house. Good thing they were moving to San Antonio soon. He had a better place in mind for the Zimmermans to stay there, and the fewer people who knew the couple’s
