When they got to the patrol car, Alex said, “Let’s just put these in the backseat.” He wedged the boxes against the vehicle and opened the door.
She slid her box inside. “Where am I supposed to sit?”
“Next to me.”
“In handcuffs?”
Alex juggled the boxes and got them both in the backseat. “Not if you continue to be cooperative.”
She gave him a searching look. “How long did it take you to come up with this plan?”
“What plan?”
Raising her eyebrows, she grabbed the clipboard and walked around the squad car. Alex swallowed his smile as he slid into the driver’s seat. She was a smart cookie. He wasn’t surprised she’d figured him out.
Now he had to find a way to keep her from thwarting his attempt to get to know her better.
CHAPTER SIX
KRISTEN WOULD NEVER admit she was enjoying herself in Alex’s company, but there it was. Halfway through their deliveries, she had already seen parts of town she didn’t remember. She’d also seen some nice people she remembered from the old days and felt good about doing something positive for the elderly who couldn’t do for themselves.
Apparently, Alex hadn’t hesitated in taking over for the regular driver. His generosity of spirit touched her. She was having a real feel-good moment because of him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done something so spontaneous and for such a good cause...not that she’d had much choice in the matter. But still...
“I hear Margaret is retiring,” Alex said.
“She turned in her resignation at the university a few days ago.”
“About time she took it easy. She’s...um...a lot like you.”
Surprised, she said, “I’m nothing like Aunt Margaret. She’s so creative. She has an artist’s soul. I’m very practical and boring.”
“Boring?”
Kristen waited for a verbal shot from the police chief, but he simply let the word hang in the air between them.
Then he said, “I wasn’t talking about what you do but about how you do it. From what I understand, Margaret has been filling her every moment, mostly with work. Sound familiar?”
“Okay, so I admit I’m a type A. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. But people can be ambitious and competitive about fun things, too.”
“I’m not sure I know how to have fun.”
Having an adventure like this was unexpected and a little strange. So was giving up control to someone else. And yet, letting someone else be in charge for once gave her a taste of freedom that she enjoyed. No decisions to make, even if for a short while. She couldn’t help but respect Alex.
She gave him the address for the Gerbers, who were the next people on the list and a couple she knew. A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a house that showed its age. The siding didn’t look bad, but paint peeled from the porch steps and the windows. In addition, the grass was overgrown and the flower beds needed tending.
“Wow, this place could use some work,” Kristen said.
“Make a note of it on your list.”
“Why?”
“We’re starting a community service program for first-time offenders. We’re looking to help people who can no longer do outside work for themselves and can’t afford to hire anyone.”
“Sounds like a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve,” he said.
Kristen started. Expecting to see that snarky smile, she was surprised that Alex actually did appear to be pleased. Why her opinion was important to him, she couldn’t imagine.
“As long as you don’t mean you’re starting the community service program for me.” She narrowed her gaze at him. “You don’t, do you?”
He grinned. “Not unless I catch you jaywalking again.”
Biting back a smile, she checked her list. “We need to deliver three meals here. Two regular and one vegetarian.”
“You get the vegetarian and I’ll grab the other two.”
Glad to get out of the vehicle—she’d merely been a passenger until now—Kristen opened one rear door as Alex opened the other. She dug out a vegetarian meal and then looked up. He was smiling at her. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling in return.
She let herself enjoy the moment as she followed him up the five steps to the door.
He rang the bell.
Movement at the corner of her eye made Kristen start. A silver-haired woman was staring through parted curtains out the window. Kristen raised the container of food to show her. The curtain closed, and a moment later, the door opened.
“A couple!” the woman exclaimed. “Well, that’s a first. Is that Kristen Lange?”
“It is, Mrs. Gerber. Good to see you again.”
“You, too.” Mrs. Gerber looked from Kristen to Alex. “Aren’t you two cute together!”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Alex said politely. “Would you like me to carry the food to your kitchen?”
“Nah, Herman needs the exercise.” The woman turned to yell, “Herman get off that couch and come get lunch!” Then she turned back to the porch and gave Kristen and Alex a sweet smile that made her face look like crumpled paper. “Herman and I have been married for sixty-three years. How long have you two been together?”
“About an hour.” Amused by the woman’s mistake, Kristen explained, “We’re not a couple.”
“Oh, really? You have that look about you. Doesn’t she, Alice?” she asked, as a silver-haired look-alike—her sister—stepped next to her.
“What look, Betsy?”
“Like they’re a couple in love.” Betsy yelled again, “Herman!”
“Coming! Give a guy a minute, would you?”
The two women beamed at them until Kristen started to grow uncomfortable. She was thankful when Herman finally came to the door. Completely bald, he looked at them out of rheumy eyes.
“I’ll take those,” he said gruffly as Alex handed him his boxes and Kristen put hers on top. “New delivery people, huh?” He didn’t seem to recognize either of them. “Thanks. Real nice of you.”
With that, he turned and shuffled away.
“Yes,
