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“Are there other options?” There was a curious note to his voice.
“Just wondering if you were going to disappear to wherever it is you go at night.”
They walked together down the frosty steps. Someone had spread sand on them during the day, so they weren’t slippery, but Felicity kept her bare hand on the railing until she reached the bottom. She didn’t particularly want to be rescued again.
“Want to come with me?”
“Are you serious?”
His mouth was curved in the classic Danny half-smile, but the expression in his gray eyes was unusually intent. “Looks like it.”
The sane thing would be to go home and catch the end of the basketball game with her dad. Felicity was too curious to do the sane thing—curious about what Danny did at night, and curious about why she’d come so close to sliding her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers.
Her best explanation was that she’d been rattled after being locked in a small place and grateful that he’d freed her.
That explanation wasn’t sitting right.
She needed more data.
Chapter Seven
Danny followed Felicityto her house, waiting in his car while she checked in with her dad and sister. She came out of the house less than a minute after going in, wrapping her scarf around her neck as she walked.
“The game is in overtime,” she said as she got into his car, bringing a swirl of cold air in with her.
“Guessing your dad won’t miss your company?”
“Not until the game is over,” she murmured as she fastened her seat belt.
“He likes having you close by,” Danny said as he put the car in gear. He understood where both Felix and Pete were coming from.
“He does. He wants me to move back to Holly.” She glanced over at him. “Or at the very least to Boise. I get it, but…”
“Too much going on in the city?”
“I’ve built a life there, Danny. A satisfying one.”
“That’s your only reason for not considering a change?”
“It’s reason enough,” she replied coolly.
Meaning there were other reasons she didn’t want to talk about.
He answered her with a shrug. “I enjoyed California, until I didn’t.”
“What changed?” she asked as he pulled to a stop at the end of the street, checked for traffic, then drove on.
“The dynamic with my partner. We did well until he and our third partner started dating.”
“Ouch. Two against one in the decision-making arena?”
“Exactly. I didn’t mind, except for—”
“When you did.”
He smiled. “We’re friends again, now that things have cooled off. I really pushed to sell when we got the offer, and it turned out to be our wisest move. New technology came along, and we would have been sidelined.”
“Tell me about your…” her words trailed momentarily when he turned right toward the river instead of left toward the residential area, “…business.” She craned her neck, then shot him a look. “There are residences down here?”
