Page 59 of The Scenic Route
There was a warm gleam to his eyes that made her wary and thrilled at the same time.
“What?”
That wicked half smile of his curled his lips. “I know a good way to kill some time.”
Felicity mock-frowned at him. “Chris’ll probably be here in five minutes.”
“I can finish in four and three-quarters?” He looked at her with a sweetly hopeful expression, using those deadly eyelashes of his to full advantage.
A pulse of heat flared low in her belly, but she had to laugh. “Don’t think that’s a bragging point.”
Still, his wicked smile stayed as he moved closer to her. “One little kiss then?”
By the time she realized she was leaning toward him, their lips were just inches apart. “Nope!” With a huge effort of willpower, she shifted as far as she could toward the door and away from Bennett’s tempting mouth. “I know how wrapped up we get when we kiss. Elephants could stomp over the car, and we wouldn’t even notice.” Bennett gave a smug smile at that. “I’m not going to be caught by the local deputy making out in my car like a thirsty teenager.”
“We’ll crack a window so we hear him coming.” Bennett was advancing again, and that teasing heat in his eyes was almost irresistible…almost.
“They’re going to know we were making out,” she warned, unable to retreat any farther and unsure if she even wanted to escape from him. “They’re going to think we’re creepy, since finding a dead body made us horny.”
That stopped him. “Itisa little creepy.”
“Very.” Although she tried to hold her stern glare, a laugh tickled her throat.
Retreating to his passenger seat, Bennett sighed. “Fine. We’ll wait until we’re back in the honeymoon suite.” He gave the last two words an extra emphasis that sent a little jolt of electricity through her.
She opened her mouth to make some reply—she wasn’t sure what, since his attempted kissing and all-around adorableness had melted her brain—when the faint wail of a siren caught her attention. “Really?” she asked, opening her window so shecould hear it more clearly. “They’re coming in hot to this? Those remains are pretty old. And do they really want to alert the militia that cops are in the area?”
“So much for doing any more surveillance today.” Bennett didn’t look too upset by that. “Told you we’d hear them coming.”
Felicity gave a skeptical snort. “Doubt we would’ve noticed, even if they all had their sirens blaring and surrounded us.”
“Maybe if they got out the bullhorn.” Bennett had his deadpan expression back, but the line of his lips ticked up just slightly as she eyed him.
The first squad car rounded the curve in front of them, sliding on the loose gravel, and Felicity had a nasty suspicion. “That better not be our least favorite deputy.”
Bennett grumbled inaudibly as the squad pulled up facing them. “Of course it is.”
“You know,” Felicity said as she watched Deputy Boaz Litchfield climb out of his car, adjusting his aviator sunglasses in a way that made her want to punch him even more than she already did. “Judging by the karmic evidence, I’m coming to the conclusion that I was a serial killer in my former life.”
“Or maybe someone who scammed old people out of their life savings.”
She grunted agreement.
“Or a murderous dictator of a small downtrodden country.”
“Highly possible.”
“Or maybe a magician.”
“No.” She turned her head slowly to glare at him. “That’s just a step too far.”
Despite her giving him the evil eye, he grinned, looking happy and easy, as if he wasn’t usually a stiff, buttoned-up, socially awkward tower of silence. As usual, she couldn’t resist his look—or him in general—so she shot him a quick grin before turning back to her least favorite deputy, her punishment for whatever terrible things she’d done in a former life.
“Deputy Litchfield!” she called out. “Are you here to help with traffic control?”
Bennett actually snickered, a sound she hadn’t thought he was capable of making. It was, as so many facets of him were, super cute.
Litchfield wasn’t amused. “Funny how you two keep getting involved in active cases.”
