She’d been wrong.
Her phone buzzed from the floor.
Scott shifted his weight, dropped an arm, and moved around. “Here it is.” He pulled himself back up, settled around her again, and pressed the phone into her hand.
“Hello?” she answered, assuming it was the veterinarian calling from his office.
“Hey, Millie. Sorry to call so early but Rupert Skinner just left my office. The guy gets to work early,” the chief muttered.
If her body wasn’t so satiated, she’d probably stiffen. Instead she took a deep breath. “And?”
“You’re being charged with first-degree homicide.” The chief waited a moment. “The preliminary hearing is set for next week. You could probably get an extension, but talk to your lawyer. Is he still around?”
Millie gulped, barreling right out of her moment of bliss. “Um, yes.” Her lawyer currently wrapped his nude body around her, his heated breath at her neck making her tremble.
“Good. Skinner is coming after you hard.” The chief coughed. “I hate to say it, but all of the evidence is squarely against you. I don’t have anything exculpatory yet. It ain’t good.”
“Thanks, Chief.” She ended the call, her chest feeling hollow.
Scott shifted against her. “What is it?” he asked sleepily.
She didn’t want to ruin their brief moment of pleasure, but since morning light now slid through the blinds, she should return to reality. She could dream about him later. “It looks like I might be facing prison time.” Oh, she’d fight it as hard as she could, but so far, she was in trouble. No matter what happened, at least she’d have this night to remember and keep her warm in the future.
“The fuck you are.” Scott rolled gracefully from the bed, revealing a myriad of battle scars across his back as he reached down to fetch his jeans. “We might need to consider calling in your team.”
Chapter Sixteen
Wearing only his jeans, Scott finished flipping the flapjacks from a frying pan onto a platter decorated with butterflies. His body felt the most relaxed it had been in months, if not years, and definitely since the last time he’d been shot. Yet his mind wouldn’t calm.
He and Millie had tacitly agreed that the night before was a one-off and that they couldn’t be together. Yet now that he’d had a taste of her, not one ounce of him wanted to let her go.
She finished a phone call with her aunt and placed her phone on the counter.
He looked over his shoulder. “Where’s your aunt?”
“She met friends for breakfast, then thought she’d run errands before her follow-up appointment at the hospital.” Millie smiled. “I wonder if seeing the chief is one of her errands.”
Ah. That made sense. “They make a cute couple.”
“I wonder why they’re keeping it a secret.”
“Maybe they’re just friends with benefits.” Scott turned and carried the platter to the table, where he had already set the plates and napkins.
He paused and studied Millie. Rosy cheeks graced her face and she had a hop in her step that hadn’t been there the day before. He liked to think that he had contributed to her cheerful mood, but even her smile didn’t banish the shadows from her eyes. The news from the chief wasn’t good, and Scott hadn’t been joking about calling in Angus and his team. He wouldn’t allow Millie to go down the path to a criminal trial.
She poured two glasses of orange juice and sat. “This looks amazing.”
“I can make pancakes.” Truth be told, he could cook very few items. While he had some skills, cooking eluded him.
She dished up two plates. “It was nice of you to make breakfast.” She reached for the syrup.
“It’s the least I can do,” he said, adding butter. He might have to work out longer the upcoming week, but butter on pancakes was a necessity.
She cocked her head. “What do you do for fun?”
Ah, they were at the talking portion of whatever had happened between them last night. For once, he didn’t mind sharing his life. “In the fall I play touch football as a running back. Well, that’s not true. I play tackle football in a league with other professionals in DC.” He shrugged. “I think the league started out as touch football, but the game quickly evolved to us burying each other in the dirt.”
Her eyes widened. “You wear pads, right?”
