“Come on in,” she says with a wave of her hand. We enter to find Kasen already on his computer.
“He’s here,” Kasen says.
Jocelyn stops and stares at him. “What do you mean?”
Kasen points to his computer screen. “You gave me his name when we searched for your other family members. So, I just ran a quick search on him. He rented an apartment that’s less than a mile from here a few weeks ago. Looks like he’s interviewing with a consulting firm near here. He’s been working on contract with them. I’ll admit, this guy is a bit of a mystery, but he’s definitely here.”
Kasen scribbles down two addresses and hands the sheet of paper to Jocelyn.
“First one is the apartment building, and the second one is the consulting firm. Sounds like they do some kind of IT consulting or marketing stuff, maybe,” he says, as his eyes skim his screen.
“Thanks,” Jocelyn states, staring at the paper.
“No problem. I hope everything goes well with that,” he offers, and I can see that his face softens when he says that.
Jocelyn gives him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Appreciate that, Kase,” she says quietly.
“Are you going to see him?” Piper asks.
Jocelyn turns to where Piper is leaning against a wall, watching us. She shrugs. “I don’t know. But I think so. I want to, sort of.”
Piper pushes off the wall and comes over, wrapping her arms around Jocelyn. I watch my woman hug her friend. They whisper to each other, and then Jocelyn pulls away.
“Have a good night, guys,” she says as she takes my hand again and tugs me toward the door.
As we walk downstairs, she doesn’t speak, and I begin to worry about her. She pauses at my door, and I look down at her.
“You OK?” I ask.
She nods. “Just a lot to think about,” she admits.
“You want to talk about it?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I think I want to not think about it right now.”
“So you need a distraction?” I ask as I unlock my door.
“I do. Any ideas?” she asks as she saunters into my place, and I slam the door and pull her to me.
“Oh yeah, I got some ideas,” I state as I lean down and kiss her.
Jocelyn
I wedged myself between Hutch’s muscled thighs and place my hands on the lower half of his chest to prop my head upon.
He’s so big that even with my feet resting against his, my head only reaches where his chest and abdomen meet. Our gazes meet. He studies me silently for a beat.
“Out with it,” he whispers.
How does he know? I wouldn’t have pegged Hutch as a mind reader, but damn if he isn’t intuitive when it comes to me.
“Can I ask you something and you promise not to get mad?” I say as my eyes search his.
He chuckles, and his abdominal muscles tighten against my chest.
“I will try,” he promises, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement.
“Why are you obsessed with figuring out who puts the flowers on that bench every morning?” I ask.
