Then there wasthedream. The one with the shower. In it, Brynnon had been standing beneath the water, rinsing out her hair when Grant startled her by opening the door. Already stripped bare, he’d joined her, using his mouth to give her the most intense climax ever.
That dream, in particular, had left her hot, wet, and more aroused than she’d ever remembered feeling. Her clit had been so swollen, Brynnon had been forced into an almost frantic self-gratification session.
The result? A mediocre orgasm. One that did very little to combat her body’s need for the pleasure, she instinctively knew only one man could bring her. The same man currently undressing somewhere in the back of this very store.
Sitting in the store’s small waiting area, Brynnon crossed her legs, pinched them together in an attempt to try and ease the almost painful throbbing that had returned. If she couldn’t get the man on board with her no-strings sex idea soon, she didn’t know what she was going to do.
“You feel ok?”
Grant’s voice broke through her X-rated thoughts, causing Brynnon to jump. Her gaze swung up to his. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I asked if you were feeling okay.”
“Yeah.” She stood a little too quickly. Wiping her hands down the front of her long, maxi skirt, Brynnon cleared her throat and plastered on a smile. “I’m good. Why do you ask?”
His brows turned slightly inward. “You sure? Your cheeks are all flushed, and you were sitting there, looking as though you were in pain.”
Her mind raced. “It’s just a little too warm in here, that’s all.”
“Really?” He seemed surprised by her explanation. “I thought it was a little cold, myself.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s probably because you were taking your clothes off.”
Holy hell in a hot air balloon. Could she sound like more of a blubbering idiot?
With an urgent need to change the subject toanythingelse, Brynnon nodded to the plastic suit bag draped over one of his forearms.
Don’t think about his sexy forearms. Ignore. The. Forearms.
“You”—her voice cracked, so she cleared her throat and tried again— “you find one?”
“Yeah.” Grant nodded, his all-seeing eyes still staring back at her as though he were trying to decipher some big mystery.
“Good. We’d better get going, then. You wanted to run by the paper, plus I need to sit down and search through some listings for some more flip house options when we get to the condo.”
He nodded. “Let’s go.”
Less than forty minutes later, the two were pulling into Brynnon’s driveway. Parked behind her car, she turned to him, still stunned by what they’d discovered.
“I still don’t get it. Why would Charles Miller lie about where he worked?”
She couldn’t believe it when the woman at the paper had told them she’d never heard of him. The nice lady had even searched the Observer’s employee database and assured them no one by the name of Charles Miller had ever worked for them, as a reporter or otherwise.
Grant pulled the key out of the ignition. “Who knows. Hell, his real name probably isn’t Miller.”
“It’s so bizarre.”
Pissed at himself, Grant shook his head. “Should’ve gone after him when I had the chance.”
“Uh, no. You shouldn’t have. We were in a children’s hospital with a Christmas party taking place twenty feet away. Letting the creep walk away was the smart thing to do.”
She could tell he still wasn’t convinced, but Grant made no further comment. Instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket, went into his contacts, and tapped a name she couldn’t see.
“Who are you calling?”
“Derek West. He’s Alpha Team’s computer guy. I’m going to have him access the hospital’s security cams in that hallway. He should be able to pull facial rec on the guy and find out who he really is.”
Brynnon’s brows rose. “He can do that?”
