“You’re early.” I glanced at the clock. Usually she wasn’t home until five or six o’clock.
“I know.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she dropped her purse on the counter. “I just keep thinking about…”
I was still in my uniform and I stood. “These?” I tapped the cuffs.
Her eyes widened. “I…oh…you did get them.” She swallowed. “And it’s nice to see you in your uniform again. Suits you.”
“Ah, kinky for it, are you? A man in uniform.” I went up to her and tugged her close.
She set her hands on my chest and smiled. “Onlyyouinyouruniform.”
I swept my lips over hers. We should get down to business. She’d clearly taken a half day off—plenty of time to have her screaming my name and pulsing beneath me.
But when she ended the kiss, her eyes darted to the right.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I came home early because I couldn’t stop thinking about Jeremy and if you’d found anything out about him.” She looked into my eyes. “Did you?”
Ah, so this is why she was here. “Actually, I did.”
“Go on?” She was breathing faster now.
“He’s in Bristol, at university.”
“What? A student, but…”
“He got a loan, got himself on a course…politics apparently.”
“Bristol, that’s not far away.”
“I guess not.”
“And you have a car…outside.”
“I have.” I tipped my head.
“We should go…now.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now, no time like the present.” She untangled herself from me and grabbed her purse.
I folded my arms and rocked back on my heels. “But he might not even be in lectures today, and I have no home address.”
She bit on her bottom lip. “We could call them, ask where he lives.”
“I tried that, he hasn’t told them.”
“Bugger.” She took out her phone. “Let’s see if we can see where the politics department is.”
I nodded. Not a bad idea.
“Ah…here we go…” She scrolled some more. “The sociology, politics, and international studies building is on Priory Road. That narrows it down.”
“He still might not be there today.”
“But it’s early afternoon, we could be there by the time afternoon lectures end. We might get lucky…I might get lucky…and see him.”
