'You don't know who's in charge?'
'I've narrowed it down to three candidates, but it looks like this guy Kline from the Georgia field office is taking over.'
It was apparent Nate had an attitude toward the FBI. Dylan couldn't blame him. No detective liked being squeezed out of his own investigation.
Kate sat on the front hall stairs and waited for Dylan to finish his phone call. She was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open.
He checked the door locks once again and picked up his garment bag. 'What are you doing?' he asked.
She finished yawning before she answered. 'Waiting to show you where the guest room is.'
'You look wiped out. Didn't you get much sleep last night?'
'I was in the hospital last night.'
'Ah, Kate, that's right. You should be in bed.'
She led him up the stairs to the guest room. It was the first door on the right and directly across from her room. She opened the door and stepped back so he could go inside. 'You'll have your own bathroom. It's-'
'I'll find it. Night.'
He shut the door in her face.
She stood there for several seconds staring at the door trying to figure out what had just happened. He hadn't been rude or angry. In fact, he'd been smiling.
She suddenly felt very foolish. She'd been expecting him to try to kiss her good night, but that apparently was the last thing on his mind.
She went into her room and closed the door. All right then. Her 'that was then, this is now' explanation had obviously gotten through to him. And that's exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? So how come she was feeling so disgruntled? And come to think of it, how come he hadn't argued at all when she'd told him it was fine and dandy to move on? Not a single word of protest had he uttered.
She couldn't stop thinking about his behavior while she brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. Women were like fish in the sea, and Dylan was such a playboy he would always have a new catch.
Kate tried to muster up some disgust over his sexual conquests but couldn't quite manage it. So she tried anger. Dylan was an arrogant jerk. How dare he show up on her doorstep without warning. Who did he think he was? Walking in and taking over like that.
She had to admit, however, she did feel safer with him in the house-and the way he talked to Isabel about safety had made an impact. After he had come down hard on all of them because of their lackadaisical attitude about security, his focus had turned to Kate's younger sister. When he was finished with her, Isabel knew everything there was to know about dead bolts, and then some. She wouldn't be walking anywhere on campus without looking over her shoulder or being aware of her surroundings. He had been very candid with her, and yet he hadn't scared her. Kate had watched as Isabel sat transfixed by Dylan's calm instructions.
He'd actually been very sweet. He had no business being sweet. How was she ever going to keep this relationship platonic and forget about him when he went back to Boston if he continued to do caring things for her and her sisters?
Why oh why did she go to bed with him? That had been a huge mistake, and then what had she done to top that? She'd given him the 'It means nothing to me and I'm sure nothing to you, so move along' speech.
She got into bed and pulled the sheet up. And how had he responded? She was a dream come true. That's what he'd said all right.
'Great,' she whispered. 'I'm a frickin' dream come true.'
Chapter Twenty-one
Kiera's plan to be on the highway by seven didn't quite work out. Isabel was on time; she wasn't. It was almost eight before they were finally ready to leave. Kate stood by the car for a final good-bye and tried to assure them that everything was going to be fine.
'I hate leaving you with this financial mess,' Kiera said.
'We've been over this. We've got a plan, right? So stop worrying.'
'You'll let me know what's going on? Don't try to shield me, Kate,' Isabel said.
'I'll tell you everything,' she promised.
'I'm glad Dylan's here,' Kiera said. 'You've had such a hella-cious week, and it will be nice for you to have company driving to Savannah.'
Dylan locked the front door and took a seat on the top step of the porch waiting for the good-byes to end so he and Kate could leave. He'd already packed his rental car and was impatient to get going.
Kate said something to her sisters, and they all turned to smile at him.
Dylan looked at his watch, and when he glanced up, he was momentarily struck by the beauty of the three girls facing him.
Though they looked like sisters, there was something unique about each one. He'd already figured out that Isabel was a charmer and a people pleaser. She was about five-five, and her hair was blond with streaks of honey. Her eyes were as big and as round as Kate's, but the color wasn't the same. Kate's were a vivid blue and were stunning framed by her dark chestnut hair. Isabel's eyes were more of a blue-green, like the ocean. Kiera was taller than the other two, and in the sunlight he could see the streaks of red in her strawberry blond hair. She had freckles on her nose like Kate, but they were on her cheeks, too. She reminded Dylan of a well-scrubbed girl next door who just happened to have a very nice body. She was the most laid-back of the three, and he thought she was also a peacemaker in the family.
Kate was neither a charmer nor a peacemaker. She gave as good as she got, and then some, at least with him, anyway. She stood up to him, and he liked that. He must, he thought, because here he was, back for more.
Kate had a little something extra that drew him to her. On the surface she was one tough cookie. He imagined she was a barracuda when she negotiated a business contract, but there was a vulnerability he could see that pulled at him. She was talented and a smart businesswoman, but he didn't think she was smart about men. Maybe that was why he had been able to get her into bed so quickly. He knew she regretted their night together, but he sure as certain didn't. The fact was, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
One thought led to another, and it didn't take long before he was picturing her naked in his arms. Not a good idea to be daydreaming about that now, he realized.
'Kate, wind it up. We've got to get going.'
She ignored him and waited until Kiera had backed out of the driveway before she finally turned away.
She had tears in her eyes, and she knew he'd noticed. He didn't say anything. He simply walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and waited for her to get in.
'I feel like I'm forgetting something. My purse…'
'In the car.'
'What about the overnight bag you made me pack in case we have to stay in Savannah, which by the way is totally unnecessary since we'll have plenty of time to get back home…'
'You mentioned that.'
'I'm sure I left my bag in the foyer.'
'It's in the trunk. Get in, Pickle.'
She gave him what he had begun to call 'the look.' He translated it to mean, 'Call me Pickle again and I'll deck you.'
'What about…'
He gave her a little nudge. 'The iron's turned off.'
'I didn't turn it on… did I?'
'Kate, get in the car.'
She stopped arguing. Once she was settled and had clipped her seat belt on, she said, 'Why do we have to leave so soon? We have plenty of time.'
