About That Kiss:A Heartbreaker Bay Novel(8)

"Here are the apprentices during the time I was with him," she said.  "There are ten. I've given you their names and where they were from. One  was older than my grandpa and isn't a viable suspect. Another has  passed away. Two are living out of the country. And out of the ones that  are left, I honestly can't see a single one of them doing this. They  all loved my grandpa as much as I did."

This was a biased point of view and as was habit on this job, he ignored  all bias and emotion. "Is there anything else I need to know?" he  asked.

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and gnawed on it with her teeth. After a pause, she shook her head.

He resisted a sigh. She was a shitty liar. "Going to actually need the  words, Kylie," he said, holding her gaze, knowing it was next to  impossible to hold a lie while looking someone in the eyes and speaking  at the same time. At least for someone like Kylie. Him, he could look  into the eyes of a saint and give a good run for his money.

But Kylie didn't hold the eye contact. She looked away as she spoke. "There's nothing else you need to know."

Right. He didn't believe her, of course, but he knew better than to push  a woman who'd dug her toes in the sand. Instead, he scanned her list  and stilled. "Your boss is on here."

"Gib? Yeah," she said. "But I marked him not a possibility."

"You've marked them all not a possibility," he said dryly. "But let's start with Gib. Why isn't he a suspect in your eyes?"

"Because we grew up together," she said. "My grandpa taught him  everything he knows. He considered Gib one of his own, even gave him a  place to stay when he needed it."

"So Gib would know exactly how important the thing-er, penguin wood  carving was to you, right?" he asked. "Not to mention what it must be  worth."

"It's not Gib," she said stubbornly. "He's been good to me, very good to me."

He didn't like where this was going. "How good is very good?"

"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

Joe's instincts were razor sharp and they'd gotten that way because he  was a master at studying people. He'd been in Reclaimed Woods several  times. He'd seen little to no sexual tension from Gib aimed at Kylie,  but he still had to ask. For the case, he told himself, and absolutely  not for personal knowledge. "You and Gib a thing, Kylie?"

"What does this line of questioning pertain to?" she asked.

Him being jealous, which was asinine. "Motive," he said. Look at him showing off his lying skills . . .

"No," she said. "In the past, Gib and I have never been a thing."

She spoke with 100 percent honesty. But there'd been a hesitation there  that told him he was definitely still missing a piece of this puzzle.  "And how about the present or the future?"

She crossed her arms. "I don't see how this is relative."

Shit. She had a thing for Gib. He studied her for a minute. "I'm going to ask you that one again. You and Gib going to-"

"None of your business," she said with surprising finality. "Drop it, please."

That would certainly be the smart thing to do. "Fine. But he stays on the list."         

     



 

"Whatever. Now what?" she asked.

"You go to work, and so do I. I've got a surveillance job to get to." To  save time, he began to load up, sliding his comms case into one of his  cargo pockets for later. He laced up his boots and unlocked his weapons  safe to start strapping on weapons. Glock on his right hip. Knife  clipped to the inside of a pocket. Cell phone in front pocket. Sig  strapped to a leg. Giants cap on backward, flak vest strapped across his  chest and back, and a fucking partridge in a pear tree.

He looked up and realized that Kylie's eyes had darkened as she stared  at him. He was male enough to smirk but smart enough to keep it on the  inside. "I'll get back to you once I make my way through this list. I'll  start tonight after work."

"What? No," she said. "I want to be involved. We're partners in this."

"I work alone, Kylie."

He was surprised when she stared him down. "Not this time," she said.

"Listen-"

"Do you want that mirror for Molly or not?" she asked.

He felt the muscle in his jaw tick. She had balls, he'd give her that.  Her courage was shockingly attractive too. "You know I do," he said.

"Then I'll see you later. Partner."

Shit. He was so screwed.





Chapter 5





FranklyMyDearIDontGiveADamn



After the meeting with Joe, Kylie went to work, but for once her heart  wasn't into her dream job. Her thoughts were on her missing penguin. And  also on how Joe had looked strapping on his weapons, because holy cow.  For years she'd harbored her not-so-secret crush on Gib because he was  handsome, steady, and-let's face it-safe.

But Joe. Nothing about Joe said safe, and yet the inexplicable yearning  she had for him said a good part of her didn't care. She hadn't taken  many risks in her life, if any. That needed to change, and if that  change included more time with Joe's incredibly sexy mouth on hers, she  was thinking that wouldn't be a bad thing. His mouth. His body . . . And  with that thought, she stupidly overmilled the tabletop she'd been  working on for weeks. Trying to correct the mistake, she ended up with a  huge splinter jammed in her right palm. "Dammit!"

She flipped off the machine and stared at her palm and then the wood, now rendered unusable.

Not good. Hand throbbing, she called her supply source to get more wood  and received bad news. More mahogany lumber would put her overbudget. By  hundreds of dollars. Worse, it would take two weeks to arrive.

The whole thing was a costly rookie mistake that would probably also cost her the client.

Both over herself and the day so far, she spent an hour trying to dig  the splinter out with her left hand, which only made things worse.  Finally, bloody and frustrated, she ran upstairs to Haley's office.

"Help," she said and held out her hand, palm up.

"Oh my God, what the hell did you do?" Haley asked. "Stab yourself with a pocketknife-repeatedly?"

"I was just trying to get out the splinter," Kylie said.

"With what, your pocketknife?"

"Hey, I get a lot of splinters," she said in self-defense. "And we have a  saying in the shop. Mark 'em and take 'em out on our own time-after  work. So I was in a hurry."

"You're all a bunch of barbarians," Haley said and brought her into a  patient room. She poured some sort of antiseptic over Kylie's hand and  then directed a mobile bright light over her entire palm and went to  work with a set of tweezers.

"Ow!" Kylie said.

Haley snorted but didn't stop working. "You're okay stabbing yourself  repeatedly with your pocketknife, but you're flinching over my  tweezers?"

Kylie sighed. "It's different when someone else is the one poking around-Ouch!"

"Done." Haley held up her tweezers, revealing a splinter a good inch long.

"Wow."

"Yeah, and you're welcome," Haley said. "You owe me a bag of Tina's muffins."

"Thought you were on some sort of ridiculously strict diet. Something about a bikini and summer season ahead . . ."         

     



 

Haley sighed. "I just don't know how I went from being sixteen years old  and eating pasta for every meal and wearing a size zero to being  twenty-six, drinking kale, and debating wearing a T-shirt to the pool."

"Well, I think you look great," Kylie said honestly.

Haley hugged her. "Thanks. And I'm over myself. I really do want-no, make that need-muffins."

After Kylie was bandaged and had paid the bill in the form of the  promised muffins, she was headed back to Reclaimed Woods via the  courtyard when she was waylaid by a call from her mom. They talked every  few weeks, with just long enough between calls to grow the fondness.

"Hey, baby, thanks for the birthday gift certificate to Victoria's  Secret and Charlotte Russe!" her mom said happily. "New fancy undies and  club dresses, here I come! However did you know?"

Kylie had to laugh. "Because it's all you ever want every year."

"Well, it was very sweet. Thank you. How's work? You with your cutie-pie boss yet?"

"Mom." Kylie pinched the bridge of her nose. "No."

"Good. I mean, he's a decent guy, but he's not The Guy. I know you don't  want to hear this from me, but you need someone who pulls you out of  your shell."

Kylie grimaced. "I'm not in a shell."

"You're so far in your shell, you can't even see out of the shell."

Kylie rolled her eyes. This was a common refrain between them. Her mom  felt Kylie didn't have enough fun in her life, and Kylie thought her mom  could do with a little more life and a little less fun. "I've gotta get  back to work."

"See? All work. Come out with me sometime. We'll have a drink, loosen  you up a little bit, and find you someone to light you up."