Page 7 of Waiting for Him
Kat washed her face in the bathroom of Benny’s condo. After he’d taken care of her vehicle and retrieved the three duffel bags full of her clothes and necessities, they had driven in silence to his place. She felt so drained after telling the two men about the horror story that her life had become, and she couldn’t find any more words to say to Benny. But it bothered her that he was just as quiet. It shouldn’t since the poor man had had the shock of his life tonight, having an old girlfriend . . . no, an old friend . . . come back from the grave. She couldn’t actually classify what they were back then as boyfriend/girlfriend since they’d only kissed that one night, and he’d asked her to be his girlfriend barely thirty-six hours before she “died.”
The way he’d reacted upon seeing her again, she wasn’t sure if he would ever want to be friends with her again. But one step at a time. First, they needed to find out who was following her and why. Then, and only then, could she think about Katerina and Benny. For now, they were Kat and Boomer, and there were twelve years of each other’s lives they knew nothing about.
She heard the doorbell ring and suddenly wondered if Benny had a girlfriend. He wasn’t married, her handler would have told her, and his condo was definitely a bachelor pad, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t dating anyone special. When she opened the bathroom door, she heard another male voice along with Benny’s, and her shoulders relaxed in relief. She couldn’t handle meeting the other woman if he were dating someone.
Walking out to the living room, she was surprised to see a man who made Benny look small, which was no easy feat considering he was six-foot-one and about two hundred and fifteen pounds of solid muscle. Benny only came to the man’s shoulders and was outweighed by about sixty pounds. He had soft-looking, café-au-lait skin and was shaved bald. With his mustache and goatee, he reminded her of some actor from an old TV show, but she couldn’t remember who. She was wary about the man’s intimidating size until he spotted her and smiled a smile that probably had women falling at his feet.
Turning, Benny gestured for her to join him. “Kat, this is my friend, Tiny. He’s going to be watching the condo overnight from across the street. Tiny, this is Katerina.”
The bear of a man extended one large paw toward her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Katerina.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Tiny.” She smiled at the diminutive nickname for such a huge man and shook his hand. “Please call me Kat. I appreciate you looking out for me.”
He gave her an “aw-shucks” expression and waved his mitt of a hand as if batting away a fly. “Don’t worry about it, ma’am. It’s what I do. I’ll keep an eye on things so you can get a good night’s sleep. No offense intended, but you look like you could use it.”
Tiny gave her a wink and Boomer a fist bump, then headed out the door to start his watch.
Boomer locked up behind the bodyguard and set the security system. He then turned and eyed her speculatively. “When was the last time you ate or slept?” The way she took a moment to remember wasn’t lost on him. “Forget it. Come with me.”
Kat followed him into his kitchen and took a seat at the table after he’d gestured to it. She watched him take bacon, eggs, spinach, and cheese from the refrigerator. “You don’t have to cook for me. I can make something for myself.”
He ignored her comments and continued to pull out a large frying pan, followed by the utensils he would need. Placing the pan on the stove, he turned on the gas, and a poof sounded as the burner lit. He then peeled off half the slices of bacon from the package and lined them up neatly in the pan. After throwing the remaining bacon back into the fridge, he pulled out a bowl and started cracking the eggs. She assumed he was making enough for both of them when the sixth and final egg fell into the bowl.
His shoulders and arms moved with fluidity as he beat the eggs into submission. Her eyes crossed over his sinewy back from one shoulder to the other and then downward. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him as his waist narrowed. She couldn’t help herself when her gaze went to his khaki-covered ass, and her mouth watered.
He was a perfect specimen of the male body. Even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, she was sure he was propositioned all the time. In high school, he and Alex had been on almost every girl’s “I want to kiss” list and most of the “I want to fuck” lists too. Neither one had ever lacked in the female companionship department, and she doubted things had changed for Benny.
The silence between them was becoming unbearable. “How are your folks? The last I heard from Chris, our handler, they lived in Sarasota.”
He didn’t stop making their meal, but at least he answered her. “They’re fine.”
Okay, the two flat words were technically an answer, but she’d hoped he would open up a little more. This reunion was just as hard on her as it was on him. Not knowing what to say next, she let the silence return.
A few minutes later, he brought two heaping plates to the table and set one in front of her and the other in front of the chair across from her. While he turned to retrieve knives and forks for them, she stared in astonishment at the full plate. Five slices of bacon, a colossal three-egg omelet with spinach and provolone cheese, and two slices of multi-grain toast with butter, which she hadn’t noticed him make. “There’s no way I can eat all this.”
He put a set of utensils next to her plate, then took one of her slices of bacon, throwing it on his own plate as if it made a huge difference in the amount of food he’d given her. “Yes, you can, and you will. Your clothes are hanging off you. Either you’re wearing someone else’s stuff, or you’ve lost weight. Now eat.”
She tried to glare at him for ordering her around, but he disregarded her and pulled two glasses out of a cabinet. After filling them with orange juice from the fridge, he brought both to the table and sat across from her. He pointed at her plate. “Eat, Katerina.”
If her stomach hadn’t picked that moment to growl and let him know it did indeed want to be fed, she would have tossed the food in the garbage just because of his attitude. But she admitted to herself she was starving, having realized she hadn’t eaten in over twelve hours. She’d grabbed two cereal bars and a coffee from a truck stop where she’d pulled in for gas and had nothing else since.
Picking up her fork, she dug into the omelet, and a moan of ecstasy escaped her mouth when the flavors hit her taste buds. “Oh, my God, this is delicious. When did you learn how to cook?”
Clearly satisfied she would eat, he picked up his own fork. “Don’t be too impressed. Omelets are pretty much the extent of my culinary expertise unless it’s meat on a grill. Bachelorhood forces a guy to learn how to do things like cooking, cleaning, and doing your own laundry.”
His voice lacked emotion, and she wished she could think of a response that might make him smile, but nothing came to mind. She watched him take a bite of his eggs and was shocked when a question blurted from her mouth. “You never married?”
“No.” The answer was short and an indication for her to drop the subject. He kept his gaze on his plate and continued to eat in silence. His demeanor had her food turning bland, and she quickly lost her appetite.
He finished his meal faster than she did. “Eat it all.”
Ignoring her annoyed expression, he stood and began cleaning up the kitchen. After every item he’d used was washed, dried, and put away or in the dishwasher, he turned around, eyeing the two pieces of bacon, a slice of toast, and a third of the omelet left on her plate. She stared at him defiantly, and he raised an eyebrow at her while crossing his arms. His eyes filled with something she couldn’t name, but a shiver went through her as he lowered his voice. “I said all of it.”
“Too bad because I’m full.” She wasn’t the child he once knew, and she refused to let him treat her like one, although she almost gave in to his sexy, deep voice.
She got up from her seat and tried to push him out of the way so she could dump the leftovers in the trash, but the solid wall of muscle wouldn’t budge. “Please move.”
Benny stood in her way for a few more seconds, and she expected him to start arguing with her. His eyes scanned her face, and he must have seen the exhaustion that was taking over her body because he relaxed his stance and took the plate from her hands. The commanding tone was replaced by a softer one. “I put your bags in the spare bedroom. Why don’t you get some sleep? Ian should have some information for us in the morning.”
