Page 51 of Dark Memories
“No.”
“It’s possible he learned that from your brother,” Detective Calder said. “Here’s the plan for today. Harry—”
“Delaney,” Zach muttered.
“Pardon?”
“Her name is Delaney.” Zach ignored Delaney’s eye roll.
Calder grinned. “Yes, it is.Delaneywill stay with you. I’m going to head over to Smokey’s. See if anyone there has seen Davidson around. What time do you expect your board meeting to be over?”
“Tenish.”
“Let’s regroup then. Go over what we have. I’ll meet the two of you somewhere.”
“My house, Detective Calder. Delaney can call you when we’re headed that way.”
“It’s Gabe, and I’ll see you both tonight.”
“Your partner seems nice enough,” Zach said when he and Delaney were alone.And has there ever been anything between the two of you? During their talks the past few days, neither had mentioned any relationships they’d had. Sometime in that eight years, he was sure there had been other men in her life. He hadn’t been a saint, so he had no right to be jealous of her past relationships, yet he was.
“He is as long as he likes you.”
“And does he like me?”
“Jury’s still out on that.” She smiled like she had a secret, and that only made him want to know all the secrets she’d collected since they’d been together. “I told him about us,” she said, her voice turning serious.
“And did you tell him I’m still in love with you?” He kept his eyes on hers, needing to see her reaction. He’d tossed the dice on throwing that out there. Would that make her happy or send her running for the hills?
She didn’t say a thing, didn’t move, not even a twitch.
“Delaney?”
His intercom line rang, his head of security’s extension appearing. He glanced at Delaney. “Saved by the bell, yeah?” He smiled when she blinked. She was off the hook for now, but this discussion wasn’t over.
“Whatcha got, Mike?” After listening, he said, “We’ll be right down.”
“Was that your security director Mike?”
“Yes. He said he’s got something we need to see.”
As they rode the elevator down, he leaned against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and did his best to read Delaney’s mind. It was surprising how well he could still pick up on her expressions, even with eight years between them. Not as good as he used to, but enough to know that something was bothering her. He wanted to stop the elevator, push her up against the wall, and kiss the answer out of her. Since he was holding fast to his vow that she would initiate the next kiss, he kept his feet planted on the floor.
She waved her hand at him. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“I will when you tell me what’s wrong.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Nothing’s wrong,” Delaney said, gluing her gaze to the floor, afraid that he would see the lie in her eyes. Of course, refusing to look at him was an admission that yes, something was bothering her.
He’d just said he still loved her, which had made her heart feel so weightless that she half expected it to float away on a bed of fluffy white clouds. So why wasn’t he backing her up against the elevator wall and kissing the ever-loving daylights out of her? Wasn’t that something a man in love would do?
“Uh-huh.” The elevator door opened, and they walked out. He leaned his mouth close to her ear. “Also, you should know that I like looking at you. In fact, you’re my favorite thing in the world to look at.”
She bumped her shoulder against his. “Stop it.”
“Don’t think I will.”
