Page 101 of First Date: Divorce
“Happens this way with investigations,” Tal said.“You go in, get as much information as you can.But sometimes you don’t come out with anything definitive.You keep working the case.”
Eric thought about that driving them back to his house for the final time.
Yeah, he’d work his own case.Because he had come out of this with something definitive.
He was in love with K.D.Hamilton.
*
Eric put down their suitcases in his front hall — he’d finally succeeded in carrying both up the outside steps — and turned to her.
“Pauline doesn’t get back from Chicago until the morning.”He held out his hand.“Come upstairs with me, K.D.”
“Eric—”
“I have plenty of closets.”
She chuckled, but sobered quickly.“I don’t think—”
“Don’t think.Feel.I also have a bed.Make love with me in my bed, K.D.”
Slowly, she put her hand in his, and they walked upstairs.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
WEDNESDAY
K.D.heard Eric coming down the hall from his bedroom to the one where she’d stayed … until last night.
Last night, spent in his bedroom, his bed.
Her core clenched at the memories.
They’d made love the first time in a ragged rush that had them stumbling over their desire, then tumbling into it.
The second time — or a continuation of the first?— was barely less frenetic.Then they slept.
She woke to the smell of food.Followed it to the kitchen for his scrambled eggs and bagels in the dark of the small hours.Egg-flavored kisses resulted in only half the dishes reaching the sink.He pulled her onto his lap, onto him.
After, they returned to bed.Slow this time.And found their passion in delay, until she moaned “Please, Eric.Now.Please.”
Earliest light brought a stretching, lazy entanglement.Kisses that needed to lead nowhere, yet did.
But the night ended.
They always did.
And here she stood now, preparing to leave.
“What are you doing?”he asked from behind her.
His voice was husky from sleep.His chin bristled.She knew that without looking, because she’d stroked it through each phase of growth.The last as he’d slept, just before she eased out of his bed.
“Packing to leave.I left a few things here when we left for Marriage-Save.”
“Leaving to make it look like we’re a couple in trouble for the investigation.”He wasn’t asking.
“Eric.”She meant his name as a warning.It might have slid toward a plea.She continued putting the few things she hadn’t taken to Marriage-Save into a bag.
