This time she got a reply back, but it wasn’t in the chat, just Rory alone asking if she could talk.
She hit his name, dialing his number. “Hi,” he said.
“What’s going on?”
“I wondered if you wanted some company tonight?”
“I’m always up for company. But you know, if I leave on a Friday night, I’ve got to let my brothers know.”
He laughed. “Which is why I was thinking to come see you.”
“I’d love it,” she said. “Then I can tell you about the run-in I had with someone in the building. More humorous than dramatic, but any bit of information could lead to something.”
“Can’t wait. Want me to get some food?”
“Nope. I’ll cook. I planned on it anyway. Give me five minutes to shower and change.”
“I’ll leave then,” he said.
She hung up and ran to her room, pulling her shirt off as she went, then turned the shower on.
She was naked and under the spray, then out five minutes later, pulling on leggings and a cotton shirt, and back in the kitchen, her shrimp out of the fridge along with cherry tomatoes and a bag of spinach.
The hot water filled a pot and was on the stovetop turned on while she cleaned the shrimp.
When there was a knock at her door, she dried her hands, saw it was Rory and opened it.
He leaned in and grabbed her quickly, his mouth landing on hers.
It’d been five days since they’d seen each other though they communicated daily.
“I guess you missed me,” she said.
“I have. You smell like fish.”
She held her hands up. “I’m cleaning shrimp. That’s it, I promise. Dinner will be ready fairly quickly.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m hungry. Very hungry.”
The way his eyes were drilling into her, she knew it wasn’t food that he wanted.
“You should have said this before I started dinner. Now you’ll have to wait.”
“I’ve been waiting all week, thirty more minutes won’t matter.”
“Good. Come to the kitchen and keep me company. The shrimp will take less time than the pasta; then I’m putting in blistered tomatoes, butter sauce and spinach. A quick, easy meal.”
“Tell me about your humorous conversation when you got home,” he said, sitting at her island.
“Remember when I said that when I was looking at the video footage of the condos that Kane, Daniel and Rocco all walked out together while I was in the reception area?”
“Yep. I think it was staged.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know that for sure, but it doesn’t matter. Rocco was given some crap about checking in with Cindy and not leaving her waiting and having to keep her happy. Cindy Fryer lives in my building.”
“Do you think it was the same person?”
“Don’t know. Cindy is on the town board. She’s been on it for almost two decades.” She told him what had been said. “Then Rocco let it slip that she got a deal when she bought this condo.”
