Prompt: If you only knew
His steps slowed as he reached the hallway that would lead him back to the break room. A place he didn’t need to go to. He still had his cold coffee sitting on his desk.
Call him a coward. Or an asshole. Both descriptions fit him perfectly.
What was he doing? Why was he walking away, yet again?
Blowing out a frustrated breath, he turned around. She still sat at his desk, her head hanging down. He did that to her. He put the sadness there.
Why didn’t she storm out already? The second he walked away, he figured she would’ve, too. What did it mean that she was still sitting there?
Sinking into his chair, he grabbed his cold cup of coffee to help refrain from grabbing for her.
“I would never shoot you.”
Her head shot up.
“I don’t know why you think I would, but I would never do that.”
Her brows puckered, as if in contemplation.
“Walk me through the entire vision like we…” Used to do. He couldn’t even finish that sentence for some reason. The pain and sorrow in her eyes tore at his heart. “That’s if you’re up to it.”
“I am.” With that, she broke the vision down piece by piece.
Sometimes working through her visions helped to unveil the part they needed to solve a crime or find their perp or to save a victim. And sometimes it did nothing but further aggravate her that her vision was basically useless. Like, now. She couldn’t provide anything to point a finger at the victims or the bomber or even the area it would take place. It made him nervous.
Because her visions were never wrong.
“We’ll figure it out.”
“How? I’ve given nothing to help you whatsoever.”
He ached to reach out and touch her. To comfort her. “Because we have no choice. We can’t let innocent people get hurt. Something will come to you. I’ll try on my end as well.” He wasn’t sure where to start to locate Todd and Liana, but he wouldn’t leave it all on her shoulders to solve this.
She stood up. “If something else comes to mind, I’ll call you.”
“I’ll walk you out.” He scooted his chair back and stood up as well.
“That’s not necessary.”
She threw him a puzzled look. He thought she was about to argue with him when she abruptly turned and started walking. He followed closely behind, longing to grasp her hand. To walk side by side. How would she react if he did it? Pull away? Pull him closer?
Less than a minute later, she stopped in front of her car. Turning towards him, she stumbled back. Not much space lingered between them. He didn’t mean to startle her, but he couldn’t seem to stop when she did. He was barely a breath away. The ache to close the distance was so strong he didn’t know how much longer he could control it.
“Can you move back, please?”
“And if I don’t?”
“What is this, Bo? What are you trying to do?” The pain he saw inside earlier evaporated right before his eyes. Now, anger stood in its place. “Always playing games. You never change.”
“What game am I playing?”
“I asked you to back up. Why do you insist on standing so close to me? To walk me to my car? Like you suddenly care about me.”
If you only knew. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t say how he really felt about her. Even as badly as he wanted the words to escape, he couldn’t do it.
Perhaps he could show her, though.
His hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth crashed down upon hers. She barely resisted as her arms wound around his neck. Tightening his embrace, he pushed her up against the car, wishing they weren’t in a public parking lot. Wishing he could truly show her how much he loved her.
The kiss went from frenzied to tender as his hands slid up her body and grasped her cheeks. Pulling away, he whispered against her lips, “I’ve never once played games with you.”
“What’s happening here then?”
“What always happens between us. I lo—” He froze in horror as her body went limp in his arms.
Shit! A vision.
Oh, and good news! I finally re-released Sunset Darkening. *claps excitedly* Same great story, just edited some unnecessary stuff out. 🙂
Lucas Dalton just wants to move on—do his job. He wants to focus on finding the man who killed three women and nearly took his sister’s life. It remains difficult with all the reporters flooding his door, especially from Elle Conners, investigative reporter. She’s looking for an exclusive interview, something Lucas and his sister have never provided. He surely isn’t going to start now. It doesn’t matter how gorgeous or tempting she is.
When a new murder rocks his small town, he assumes the killer has come back for more. Until the dots start connecting to Elle, the one woman he can’t seem to get out of his mind. He discovers why she needed that exclusive so badly, to rebuild her life from an attack two years ago. Now she needs him for so much more—to keep her safe. He’ll not only catch this new killer, but try to win her heart.