“Don’t try,” Ada said. “You know I love doing it.”
“I shouldn’t be too late. Probably not much after midnight, unless, of course, we get lucky.”
“Honey, please be careful.” Ada frowned. Jen had told her that morning that she and another officer were going to the club and why. “I wish you’d get out of that business. I worry so about you.”
“Now, Ada. It’s a dirty job, but you know somebody has to do it,” Jen teased.
“I know. I just wish it wasn’t you.”
Ada was old-fashioned, and as far as she was concerned, a badge was no thing for a woman to be wearing. Al and Ada would get along great, Jen thought.
“Is that handsome fellow going to that nightclub with you?”
“Why, Ada, I’m surprised at you! You’ve been spying out your peephole again!”
“I saw him out the front window first,” Ada said. “Then the peephole. Brandon told me you had invited an FBI agent over for dinner, and I just wanted to see what one looked like.”
“Well, were you disappointed?”
“Not at all.” Ada shook her head. “You certainly know how to pick them. That is a fine-looking man. Not as handsome as my Aaron was at his age but still very attractive.”
Jen laughed. Will seemed to be making points with everyone in her life. And if Ada thought he was nice now, wait till she met him. Unless Jen was underestimating Will Anderson’s charisma, he’d have her neighbor wrapped around his little finger within minutes of their introduction.
“No, he’s not going with me. I’m going with one of the female patrol officers. I want to see if anyone reacts suspiciously to us as two women out on the town.”
“Well, I don’t like it,” Ada said. “I’d feel a lot better about it if your FBI friend was going along.”
“He’d feel better about it, too, but it can’t be helped. Listen, I’d better get moving. Thanks, Ada, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hurried back inside her apartment before Ada could protest more. Will and Brandon had the chess set put away and their pop cans picked up. She kissed her son goodbye and gave him last minute instructions on brushing his teeth and bedtime.
As Will and Brandon made their goodbyes, Jen couldn’t miss the obvious affection in Brandon’s eyes when he looked at Will. And, unless she was mistaken, that same affection was reflected in Will’s eyes.
“You’ve got a good boy there,” Will said as they walked to their cars. “You’ve done a good job.”
“Thanks.” Jen felt inordinately pleased at his approval. “I’ve been lucky.”
“I doubt luck has had that much to do with it.” Will turned to her as they reached her car. “You deserve all the credit for that boy upstairs.”
Jen fumbled with her car keys, trying to hide her embarrassment. They were standing close to one another, wedged between her car and the one next to it. Now Will took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to look into her eyes. His own beautiful blue ones darkened as she looked at him.
“Be careful tonight,” he said. “I mean it. I’d have to kill somebody if they hurt you.”
“If somebody hurts me, I hope you do kill them,” she said lightly, trying to ignore the way his touch made her feel. “In fact, I would expect it.”
“I’m serious, Jen.” He stroked his hand across her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. “I think you’ve figured out by now that I care a lot for you.”
His voice had dropped to a husky whisper, and she shivered slightly as desire for him swept through her.
“Now that I’ve found you, lady, I don’t want to lose you.”
His hand slid around to the back of her head, and he pulled her to him. For a brief moment, as his lips closed over hers, she wondered if her son and neighbor were watching from the windows. Then she forgot all about them as she gave herself over to the need burning through her.
His lips felt almost hot as her own parted, and their tongues touched, tentatively at first, then hungrily, tasting and stroking one another. He pulled her against the length of his body, and she slid her arms around him, her hands exploring the breadth and length of his strong back. She felt the muscles in his back ripple as he shifted position so that his legs were slightly spread, his hips thrust forward so that his growing hardness pressed against her. Groaning, she fell backward against the door of her car, and he followed with his body.
The front door of the apartment building slammed, and a chattering couple she recognized as her downstairs neighbors came out the door. She pushed Will away, suddenly embarrassed at being caught making out in the parking lot like a teenager. He turned slightly so that his back was toward the couple in an attempt to hide the bulging front of his pants.
“Now look what you’ve done.” He grinned, as his eyes cut down at his front.
“I think I had a little help.” She grinned back at him and resisted a very powerful urge to run her finger over the bulge to test its firmness.
She glanced over his shoulder and saw movement as Ada and Brandon pulled back from their respective windows.
“I think we had an audience.”
Will glanced up at the windows and laughed. “Brandon?”
“And Ada. I just saw one at each window. They ducked back when I looked up.”
He turned back to her and put his hand on the roof of her car. Bracing himself, he leaned over and kissed her lightly, taking care not to touch her body with his.
“I hope they enjoyed watching as much as I enjoyed doing,” he whispered against her lips.
“You’re incorrigible.”
She placed a hand against his chest and pushed him firmly away. His erection was beginning to dissipate, and she looked pointedly down at the front of his pants.
“I think you’re decent enough to go to your car now,” she said. “I’ve
