Page 63 of First Date: Divorce
Which left her waiting for Eric to fall asleep so she could get to work, in the expectation that Marriage-Save hadn’t installed night-vision cameras.
One flaw with her plan.
She recognized it lying beside Eric in the dark in the too-small bed.Unless he snored, how would she know he was asleep?
They’d prepared for bed with distant politeness.If there were cameras and anyone watched, they might infer seething sentiments beneath the politeness, but K.D.knew it was simply distant politeness.
He’d waved her to the bathroom first.She brushed her teeth and washed her face, but didn’t change.Yet.
As soon as the door closed with him in the bathroom, she changed into the capri pajama bottoms and three-quarter-sleeve top she’d bought at the big box store.Thank heavens.
If she hadn’t made that shopping stop in order to be more covered up while sharing a house with him, she would have been about to share a bed with him wearing a not-as-long-as-it-could-be nightshirt.
Even with the extra covering, she made sure to have her clothes folded and put away, and to be in the bed with the covers up before he emerged from his turn in the bathroom.
Between slitted eyelids, she saw him come out wearing pajama bottoms.
Only pajama bottoms, and they did not start at his narrow waist, but significantly lower.
No reason to be uncomfortable about that.He certainly was more covered than he would be in the swimming pool or hot tub.
Not a big deal.She saw men’s bare chests all the time.
Eyes closed and breathing deliberately deeper to let him think she’d fallen asleep, she listened to him quietly move around the room.He checked the door, put his clothes away, turned off the lights, then moved to the far side of the bed.
Whether by sound or feel she didn’t know, but she was aware of him draping something at the foot of the bed.A robe?Well, he could have worn that out of the bathroom and spared her the distraction of—
She shut off the indignant thought.It didn’t matter.It had no effect on the investigation.
He climbed in, pulled his half of the sheet up, leaving the blanket to pool between them, and turned on his side with his back to her.
No contact at all.Anywhere.
Sure, there’d been the sensation of the mattress dipping with his weight, almost as if it meant to roll her toward him and—
But it didn’t.
Yes, slight tension on the sheet reminded her another body was under it.A body with broad shoulders and narrow hips.A body with a chest that—
No.Wasn’t going there.
Besides, he had his back to her.
Would his back be as muscled as—?
Not there, either.
Keep her mind on the job.
That was the moment she recognized the flaw.How would she know he was asleep?
Not something they’d covered at the academy.
Time to go.She’d take her chances he was asleep.
She slid one foot out from under the covers.Stretched that leg down until her toes touched the floor.Smoothly, silently, with as little disruption of the covers as possible, she rolled sideways out of bed, then stood.
He didn’t stir.Taking her time, she walked to the dark bathroom, aided by a sliver of light under the hallway door.
