similar nature. Close calls, near misses. Of course, in this case, it was probably a good idea the officer hadn’t been following national news bulletins or he might have ended up dead.
He didn’t see Billy Johnson allowing himself to get nabbed during a routine traffic stop. Had the officer tried to arrest him, no doubt Johnson would have pulled out the gun he undoubtedly had. And he would have used it.
“So he’s hanging around home, then.”
“Looks that way.”
He thanked the contact and disconnected even as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. Ten minutes. That’s all it would take for him to grab a shower, dress and be back out in the car. He needed to check in at Lazarus, then map out Johnson’s possible whereabouts and try to figure out where he might be heading next.
And how long it would take him to make his way to Colorado Springs.
In the meantime, it was still a good idea to stick as close to Regina as possible.
His immediate jolt of desire at the prospect made him grimace…
4
“HEY! WATCH IT!”
Regina grabbed napkins from the table holder to mop up the water she’d just accidentally spilled on a guest. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know where my head is today.”
A lie, to be sure. She knew exactly where her head was. And where it had been all morning.
She was an hour into the lunch rush and this was the second time she’d spilled something. Unfortunately, the first time had been coffee. Fortunately, it hadn’t been on the customer.
Seeing as she worked mostly for tips, she figured she could rule out getting anything from the upset businessman who snatched the napkins from her and then waved her away.
Sigh.
She hadn’t been scheduled to work until later that afternoon, but the owner, Trudy Grant, had asked her to come in when one of the other waitresses called in sick. No matter how much she would have liked to decline, she could use the extra money. And anyway, she’d hoped keeping busy would take her mind off other, um, uncomfortable thoughts.
When she’d finally come out of the bathroom earlier that morning, she’d found Linc gone and Viv dressed. She and her friend sat down in the kitchen to drink the coffee he’d brought them (if that’s what you could call her choking down a small portion of it), but she’d quickly found out Viv wasn’t any more enlightened on the previous evening’s events than she was.
“God, I hope nothing happened,” Viv had said.
Regina had nodded in full agreement, relieved she shared her hope.
“Although not for the same reason as you, I suspect.” She’d sipped her coffee loudly. “If something like that goes down, I want to remember every last sweet moment of it.”
Regina had found an excuse to usher her friend and her outlandish ideas out of the apartment as quickly as possible. Then she’d spent the next two hours frenetically cleaning the place from top to bottom, although it hadn’t needed it. The physical activity had made her feel marginally better. But when she’d gone in to catch a shower, she’d discovered her mind going straight back to Linc and the night before.
She distinctly remembered him backing her into her bedroom…kissing…lots of kissing…and then she’d gotten down on her knees…and…
Oh, hell…
She spilled water from the pitcher again, this time on her way back to the kitchen. Brian, the busboy, shook his head and grabbed a mop to clean it up before someone slipped on the wet tile.
“Are you all right?” Trudy asked.
Regina finally put the water pitcher down and wiped her damp palms on the front of her white apron. “Late, um, night.”
“You? Well, then, you must tell me all about it.”
LINC SPOTTED REGINA the instant he walked into the diner.
It was just after seven and the dinner crowd was mostly gone. Regina sat at the end of the counter. One of her shoes was off and she slowly rubbed her bare foot against the shin of her other leg, engrossed in something she was reading in front of her. She was half turned away from the door, so he could see little more than her profile. But even in her plain gray uniform and white apron, her hair pulled up haphazardly, she was still the prettiest girl in the room, regardless of what room or how empty or full it was.
Damn. He’d hoped seeing her again would provide the evidence he needed to prove she was nothing special; allow him to forget how incredible it felt to have her full mouth on him. Instead, he couldn’t help noticing what made her unique, and the desire to sample that mouth seemed to have doubled.
Regina lifted her head as if hearing something. Then she turned and met his gaze as if knowing he was there looking at her.
He couldn’t help smiling.
And his groin tightened when she easily smiled back.
“Can I help you?” a girl who was probably no older than sixteen asked.
“I’ve got it, Tiffany,” Regina said, coming up behind her.
“I thought you clocked out?”
“Well, I just clocked back in.”
“Whatever.” The girl walked off.
Linc chuckled and Regina smiled.
“Need I ask if this is a coincidence?” she said, motioning for him to take a seat at one of the front booths. He slid in and she did the same opposite him.
“Is what a coincidence?”
“This. Your stopping by the same diner where I work.”
His grin widened. “You suggested I stop by. Remember?”
She looked down at her hands in her lap.
“You don’t…”
Of course she didn’t, he knew. She hadn’t said one word about where she worked. But he guessed she recalled very little about last night, which left him a lot of room in which to wiggle. And he planned on doing a lot of moving. Whatever it took to nab her ex.
His objective tonight was to find out if she’d heard from Billy. And if she had, to get an idea of where he might be.
“Did I suggest anything specific?” she asked. “You know, did I invite you here or…?”
He squinted at her, trying to follow her line of thinking. Then he shook his head. “No. I’m just here for a meal. And some good company.”
She pulled one of the menus in a stand free and slid it in front of him. She looked ill at ease. Much like this morning. Only with clothes.
He found his gaze dropping to where the material
