She’d never forgive herself for his death. Not if she ran a thousand fundraisers and helped a million animals.
It took a few deep breaths before she was ready to get out of the car, and she still ignored her phone until she got inside the house.
Becket: Don’t worry, I’ll catch you, honey. I’m in the business of saving people. Kind of like God.
And he finished the text with a wink emoji.
Infuriating.
She dropped her bag to the couch and angry texted as she marched upstairs.
Sky: I have never met anyone who has such a superiority complex.
Becket: Sexy, right?
She snorted. No. Not sexy. It wasn’t even remotely sexy.
She reached the top of the stairs and was about to respond but stopped at a small rustling noise coming from…her bedroom?
Was it a breeze? Had she left a window open? No. She never left anything open. She was almost obsessive about closing everything up before leaving.
She took three more quiet steps toward the bedroom when something hit the floor with a clatter.
Her heart stopped.
Her phone vibrated again, and she absently looked down, the words blurring before her eyes.
Becket: Come on, you can admit I’m sexy. I won’t tell anyone.
Her fingers moved quickly over the screen, the slight shake making it hard to get the words out.
Sky: I think someone’s in my house.
The reply was instant.
Becket: Get out.
She turned and ran but had only made it down a couple of stairs when her foot caught the edge of a tread. She cried out and fell forward, trying to grab the railing but missing, and tumbled down the stairs.
* * *
Becket grinnedas he hit send. He could just picture her eye roll at his self-declaration about being sexy.
He only played into this arrogant thing because it riled her up so much. All he wanted to do was unravel her. Peel back the layers and see who Sky truly was.
When she didn’t immediately respond, his smile widened. Was he actually going to get the final word for once?
“What’s put that smile on your face?” Irene asked as she entered the kitchen.
“Nothing.” He sipped his coffee. For once he got to drink it hot. Too often he got interrupted and the damn stuff went cold.
Irene frowned at him before understanding crossed her features. “You’re texting your neighbor slash girlfriend.”
“How’d you know that?”
She snorted. “Teddy knew, which means everyone at the station knew five minutes later. I would like to know how it happened though. Last I heard, she hated you.”
“She just realized that she’d rather kiss me than fight with me.” His lips twitched at the memory of their kiss.
