with those honey browns. His heart had squeezed in the same way it did earlier today when he saw her again. She still had that same citrus and flowery scent and it made his pulse race just as it had before. He remembered the warmth of her body against his side, her soft lips as they slightly parted.
Brody had leaned in slowly and her lips gently brushed against his; her tongue flickered across his mouth.
Afterward, they’d just sat there, silent, before he’d pulled her into a hug.
The kiss had lasted only a few seconds but was burned into his memory. How many times had he thought about those sweet lips when he was an ocean away with his face in the dirt? How many times since? Too many.
Brody glanced at his watch. “I’ll connect with my friend and see what I can find out about that file.”
“Okay.” She leaned forward, rubbing her eyes, suppressing a yawn. “What else?”
“You used to look for Shane everywhere. My guess is that you haven’t stopped. Am I right?”
“Yes. I scan social media on my days off.”
“Any hits?”
She shrugged. “Not real ones. I’ve been hit on plenty, though.”
“Men can be such jerks.”
“Women are far worse. You’d be shocked at the messages I get from someone calling herself Adriana.” Rebecca rolled her eyes.
“I have a few like those, too,” he said in an attempt to lighten the tension.
“I’m sure you’ve been exposed to worse, having been in a war zone.”
“I’ve seen my fair share of everything, here and abroad,” he said. “You ever follow up on any of those real messages?”
“A handful. Why?” She paused and her eyes grew wide. “You don’t think one of them could be stalking me?”
“Not sure. I was thinking it might be a good place to start.”
She brought her hand up and squeezed the bottom of her neck on the left side, subconsciously trying to ease the tension in her shoulders. Her face muscles bunched. Signs her stress levels were climbing.
“Has anything else out of the ordinary happened to you recently? He had to know your schedule to know where you’d be this morning. I don’t believe the grocery store was a random encounter.”
“Now that you mention it, I’ve been hearing noises in the evenings before I leave for work. I thought it was the neighbor’s cat at first. Now, I’m wondering if it could’ve been him.”
“We’ll check the perimeter of your house. The recent rain might have left us with evidence.”
There’d been one of those open-up-the-sky-and-let-the-rain-pour-down-in-buckets storms North Texas was known for the other night. She scooted her chair back and slung her purse strap over her shoulder.
“There was also that unusually persistent reporter last week. I think his name is Peter Sheffield. I got off a few minutes early, so I was alone in the parking lot. He nearly gave me a heart attack waiting at my car after my shift at the radio station. Do you think he could be involved?”
“From here on out, I want you to suspect every sound, every person.” Brody’s gaze narrowed.
“So, what you’re saying is...act like I always do.”
He didn’t like the sound of those words. “This guy might’ve been trying to scare you into an interview.”
“That’s crazy. People actually do that?”
Brody tapped his knuckles on the table. “I remember him now. He used to hang out with Justin, didn’t he? Then he dropped out of Texas State U to join the military.”
“That’s right. He did. Are you saying you think he might be involved?”
“We need to look at everyone who was out that night playing the game. And especially Justin’s friends.”
Rebecca nearly choked on her sip of coffee. “I hadn’t thought about it being someone so young. The apple tobacco. I just figured it had to be someone older.”
“Maybe it is. But we’re not taking anything for granted this time.” He took the last swig of coffee, tilted the cup and glanced at the bottom, then fixed his gaze on her. “You ready to do this?”
She nodded, stood, walked past him and headed straight to the door.
“I’ll follow you home in my truck.” He threw away their empty cups, checking to make sure no one in the place seemed interested in either one of them. No one did.
Outside, the midday sun shone bright. Rebecca hesitated before spinning around to face him. He expected to be confronted with the same fear in her eyes, but she popped up on her tiptoes and brushed a kiss to his lips. “I’m not sure what I would do without you. Thank you, Brody.”
The way his name rolled off her tongue brought back all kinds of memories he didn’t need to be thinking about right now. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yes, you have. An hour ago I was afraid of my own shadow.”
“And now?”
“I’m relieved you’re here. You look good, Brody.”
The warmth her words spread through his chest almost made him wonder if going to her place was a good idea. He was a grown man, now. And he had desires to match.
“You do, too. Better than good.” Brody took her hand in his, ignoring how right it felt, and walked her to her vehicle.
Once she was safely inside, he hopped in his truck and followed Rebecca home. Her house, a two-bedroom bungalow, was fifteen minutes from the coffee shop. He parked behind her car as he surveyed the quiet residential street. Since the attack had happened hours ago, the monster could be anywhere. No red flags, yet.
“How long have you lived here?” he asked, once they’d both exited their vehicles, examining the front windows for any signs of forced entry.
“I rented it three years ago when I moved back.” Her hand shook as she tried to unlock the door.
“I can do that for you.” He looped his arm around her waist as she turned to face him. Touching Rebecca came a little too naturally, so he pulled back rather than allow himself to get sucked into the comfort.
“Guess I’m still a little shaken up.” She smiled weakly as she handed over the key ring. Her fingers brushed against his flat palm, causing a sizzle to spread through his hand.
“You’re doing great, honey.” He closed his fist around the key, then stepped beside her before unlocking and opening the door. A high-pitched note held steady until she hit numbers on the keypad, four beeps followed by silence. The state-of-the-art security system was no surprise, given her past.
This place was all Rebecca. Soft, earthy feminine colors.
