About That Kiss:A Heartbreaker Bay Novel(21)

Eric fluttered in excitement. "Seriously? Oh wow. Sure thing, sugar,  I'll give you my autograph. I'll give you whatever you want." He grinned  and signed the pad with a flourish.

Joe looked at the signature and then at Kylie.

Her penguin thief wasn't Eric. "I have something to show you," she said  and pulled out the Polaroid she'd gotten, the one with the table and  bench. "I thought maybe this was your work?"

Eric looked down at the table with a frown. "That looks like your  grandpa's, darlin'." The frown deepened when he took in the bench next.  "But that isn't his, and it sure as hell isn't mine either. I don't do  sloppy edges like that." He shuddered. "And I'd never have picked that  color stain. What am I looking at?"

"An imposter. I'm trying to find the woodworker who made the bench."

"Huh," Eric said and looked closer at the photo.

"What?" Joe asked him.

"Well, I'm not sure but something in the workmanship reminds me of another woodworker I know."

"Who?" Joe asked.

"A couple of years back, some guy came by trying to sell a bench. It was  supposedly done in the style of your grandpa. But it wasn't even  close."

"What did you do?" Joe asked.         

     



 

"I sent him on his way, but I did take his card." He flashed a smile. "I take everyone's card."

"I'd like to see it," Joe said.

Eric snorted. "That could take a while. Like I said, I take everyone's card and I never throw anything away."

"But you do still have it somewhere, right?" Kylie asked. "We really need to talk to him."

"Yes, I still have it, certainly. It might be tricky for me to get my  fingers on it, but I will." He looked at Joe. "In the meantime, Kylie  knows how to get ahold of me, handsome. Don't be a stranger." He winked  at Kylie. "And you either! Let's lunch?"

"Absolutely," she said, and started to say more, but Joe grabbed her by the hand.

"We've gotta go," he said. "Have a good night."

"But-" But nothing because Joe had her in the truck and down the street before she could blink. "What was that?"

He tossed the pad of paper into her lap and kept driving. "Things to do."

"Was what we just learned enough to knock Eric off the list?"

"That, and the fact that he sold out tonight making furniture that isn't  in your grandpa's style. Plus he's driving a Tesla Roadster."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's an expensive car."

"So he's not trolling for easy money," she said.

"Exactly."

She sighed. "I thought you were just being rude, rushing me out of there."

He shot her a glance. "How about clever? Isn't it just as possible I was being extremely clever?"

"Maybe," she admitted. "But also rude. It wouldn't hurt you to be normal in social situations, you know."

He ignored this, which didn't surprise her. "It is interesting," he  said. "Eric's yet another apprentice who's alluded to something that  happened to you on the night of the fire."

She stopped breathing. "Of course something happened to me. My grandpa died."

He glanced over at her, his eyes sympathetic. "I know, and I'm sorry to  bring up bad memories, but are you sure there's nothing else you want to  tell me?"

"I'm sure," she said, staring straight ahead out the windshield. "And  Eric's not going to find that card. At least not in time," she said,  watching the night as it whipped past her.

"Be patient. Have some faith."

This had her looking at him again. "Be patient? Have faith? Are you kidding me?"

"You've got to leave emotions out of it or you'll react with them instead of your brain."

She snorted in annoyance and frustration. "Easy for you to say. You don't have to fight anything as messy as your emotions."

He spared her another glance. "You think I don't have emotions?"

"I think you don't very often give in to them."

He was quiet at that, concentrating on the road or who the hell knew  what, and she thought it was done, conversation over. Until he pulled  onto her street and put his hand over hers to stop her from getting out.

"The job taught me patience," he said. "And believe me, it came hard-won  and I've paid the price for it. There were times when hiding my  thoughts was the only thing that saved my ass, so yeah, I'm good at it.  But don't mistake that for me not having emotions or feelings, Kylie.  You've seen me lose it over you more than once now."

Yeah, and still, she wanted more from him. But she refused to ask for it.

Joe's hands slid up and down her arms in a caressing touch that had her  eyes wanting to close her eyes in sheer pleasure, but then he expelled a  long, shuddery breath, let go of her, and got out to walk her up.

"That isn't necessary," she said.

"Someone's taunting you with a personal memory and they know where you  live. They're just playing with you right now, but that could change.  I'm walking you up."

She sighed. She hated that he was logical and reasonable when she  couldn't be. "Fine," she said and relented. "And thank you." Then they  got to her apartment, where she unlocked her door and froze at the sight  of yet another envelope on the floor.         

     



 





Chapter 13





TheresNoCryingInBaseball



Kylie might have frozen at the sight of the envelope on her floor, but  Joe didn't. In the doorway, he put one hand on her arm to indicate she  should stay while simultaneously scanning their immediate area.

She had no idea what he saw, but she didn't catch anything out of the  ordinary. Still keeping ahold of her, Joe shut the door behind them,  engaged the locks, and picked up the envelope.

She started to say something, but he put a finger to his lips, scooped  up Vinnie, who'd come running at them, and gently set him into her arms.  Then he went through her place, flipping on lights, obviously clearing  the apartment like she saw law enforcement do on TV, only even cooler.

"I don't think whoever it is actually comes in," she said, but Joe  didn't respond, just continued to work his way through the apartment.  Kylie cuddled Vinnie close as he licked her chin, ecstatic as always to  have her home. She set him down and he immediately went running for a  toy to bring her. Tonight he brought his current favorite, a  miniature-size tennis ball.

She obliged him by tossing it. "Fetch," she said, ever hopeful he'd finally get it.

Vinnie pounced after the ball and . . . ran down the hallway with it and  vanished. She was sighing when Joe came back to the living room.

"Open the envelope," he said, clearly getting that she was stalling.

Predictably, it was another Polaroid. This one had her poor penguin  precariously balanced on a cable car, close to falling off into oncoming  traffic, and her heart squeezed. "Dammit." She clutched the picture to  her chest. "I've got too much crazy in my life. The photos, my missing  penguin, you."

He let out a quiet, low laugh, taking the picture to look at it. "You started it with that kiss."

Her entire body reacted as if he'd just planted another one on her,  which was annoying enough to have her go into full court press  defensive. "I keep telling you, I barely remember what that kiss felt  like," she said. "Or, for that matter, the second one."

"Really."

"Yes, really," she said, having no idea why she was baiting him. "Maybe you're not as good at kissing as you seem to think."

"Hmm," he said. "Hold this for a sec." He handed her back the picture.

She took it without thinking and then he tugged her into him and kissed  her. He kissed her long and deep and deliciously hot, until she couldn't  help the moan that escaped her, until she was remembering exactly how  good he was with his mouth, until she dropped her keys and the picture  and threw her arms around him to hold him close.

When they ran out of air, he made his way along her jaw and she found  himself tilting her head to expose her throat to him, loving the feel of  his lips and teeth running over her skin. He bit down gently and a  shock ran through her body, all the way to her toes, just as Vinnie  trotted back into the living room and dropped something at their feet.

Breaking free, Kylie started to smile, so proud. "Yes! You've finally  learned to fetch-" She broke off in horror as Joe burst out laughing.

Vinnie had "fetched" her vibrator.

Face flaming, she bent and scooped it up and shoved it beneath a couch  cushion. "I have no idea how he got ahold of that . . . light saber."

At that, Joe only laughed harder. He had to bend over and put his hands  on his knees, and by the time he'd finished and straightened back up,  swiping at his eyes, she was hands on hips, definitely cooled off . . .  and so embarrassed she could hardly talk. "You have to go now," she  managed.