Wyatt had bought a house.
Adeline shouldn’t be surprised. She’d bought one, too. But it just feltweird.
He was even cooking breakfast.
He never cooked. They’d lived on takeout and frozen entrees. The only home-cooked meals they’d gotten were the ones her mom or his had prepared.
Adeline still didn’t cook. Had no desire to learn the culinary arts.
Hell no.
At some point today she had to check in with her chief. He was a man of his word. If she wasn’t back in forty-eight hours—or had a damned good excuse—he would send Metcalf and Wallace down here to collect her.
Adeline straightened the covers on the guest bed she’d slept in last night. She’d been pretty pissed at Wyatt when he’d pushed the issue of her ending her stay at the Shady Oaks. There were plenty of other accommodations around town, but he’d insisted on bringing her home with him. Wasn’t going to let her out of his sight, he’d proclaimed.
She fluffed the pillows. ’Course she could have simply said no. But she hadn’t.
That made her a bigger fool than even she had known.
She looked across the room, studied her reflection in the mirror. A hot shower last night and one of Wyatt’s shirts had kept her from going naked while her clothes were being laundered. He had a washer and dryer, too.
Freaky.
She wiggled into her clean jeans and tugged on her T-shirt. Plopping down on the bed, she grabbed her creds case from the bedside table and shoved it into her back pocket. After making quick work of her socks and sneakers, she bounded for the door. Between the smell of freshly brewed coffee and whatever he was cooking, she was ready to hit the kitchen.
Just after midnight last night Baggett had called in the results of the analysis he’d performed. The glue used to attach the words to the mirror was the same as on the letters she’d received.
But it wasn’t the same guy. Adeline was certain.
Mulling over the possibilities, including her asshole cousin, she wandered to the kitchen door and leaned against it. His back turned to her position, Wyatt stirred the scrambled eggs. A plate covered with steaming biscuits obviously straight from the oven sat on the table. Smelled yummy.
But not nearly as yummy as watching her host for a minute without his knowledge. It would be a nice change. He was usually too aware of his surroundings to be sneaked up on like this. Why not enjoy the anomaly?
Her mouth watered. The delicious smells would make anyone’s senses stand up and pay attention.
Wyatt had forgone his uniform this morning. Just a plain white tee and faded jeans. She cocked her head to see past the table. Barefoot, too. A grin slid across her lips. He had really nice feet for a man.
And long, heavily muscled legs. She wondered if he still ran those four miles every morning. She had kept up her personal routine. The past couple of mornings were the first ones she’d missed in months. Not since all those twenty-four-hour days on the Nash/Abbott investigation.
Wyatt had maintained that lean waist. Her gaze trailed up his back to those broad shoulders.
Her body heated just thinking about that tumble onto the bed at the motel last night.
Sex with Wyatt had always been great.
Maybe that was why she’d allowed herself to get carried away.
She’d been primed and ready, no denying that.
In the end, the perp had done her a favor. Kept her from allowing Wyatt back inside her. It had taken several years for her to adequately evict him the last time. Last night would have undone a lot of hard work.
And pain.
She couldn’t let herself forget the pain just because she was standing here looking at his fine backside. Which was a dumb idea.
“Morning.”
He glanced over his shoulder as she pushed away from the wall. “Morning. You find everything you need?” He turned back to the stove and scraped the eggs onto a plate.