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“Am not.” Erin rolled her eyes. “Cops are never on the menu. Weren’t you leaving?”
He laughed. “As for the menu, Addie’s was pretty much it at this time unless you want to drive half an hour out of town. I can bring you some stuff from my place. Hold you over ‘til you get to the store?”
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine. Got a granola bar in my bag. I’ve got to go into town tomorrow anyway, so I’ll figure it out then.”
“All right.” He nodded and headed toward the door. “You know where to find me if you change your mind or need anything else. And you’ve got my number.”
“Sure do. Thanks.”
He paused in the doorway. “Good to see you, Erin.”
“You too, Zach.”
And it was. To her utter surprise, it really did feel good to see him. He’d scared the piss out of her, but he’d made her initial return to this house feel a lot less cold and lonely than it could have been.
Now though, once the door shut behind him, Zach was gone, leaving Erin alone with this too-big house and her too-heavy memories.
“McFlyyyyy!”
And that blasted bird.
Erin sighed and looked around the place. The sun was just beginning to lower in the sky, sending an intense beam of light through the sheer living room curtains. She retreated into the much darker kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
As she’d guessed, the fridge was empty. Like… way emptier than she’d suspected. Zach must have cleared out anything perishable.
She made a mental note to do something nice for him.
But what? She couldn’t very well hand him some dangly earrings, which were her go-to thoughtful, handmade gift. What did nice people do for one another as a thank you? Not like he could use a Starbucks gift card around here. Fruit basket? Cake? If Addie’s reopened soon, maybe she could buy him lunch.
A knock on the front door jarred her out of her gift-pondering. Zach probably forgot something.
She peered around the curtain, and her chest fluttered. A sensation she’d been unacquainted with for a very long time.
Erin stiffened her shoulders and grabbed the doorknob, pausing briefly to give herself a pep talk.
Keep it together.You’re here to sell a house, not flirt with a married woman.
With her priorities in check, Erin opened the door for Sergeant Tight Pants.
ChapterFour
“Hi.”
Samantha waved awkwardly. She’d completely lost her ability to speak more than that.
What had she even come here for?
All she could focus on were those crystal blue eyes that… was she imagining this… appeared glad to see her.
That couldn’t be right. No one was ever glad to see the police show up unannounced. No one, but especially not Erin Sonnier. And Samantha hadn’t even run home to change, so she was still wearing her uniform. She’d had the time, but she hadn’twantedto take the time to change. All she’d wanted to do was get here.
For the case.
Right.
“Is something wrong?” Erin asked.
Wrong? Yes, something was very wrong. This overwhelming urge to kiss Erin Sonnier was very, very wrong.
