“Should I be worried that you’re makin’ another house call?” Wolfe questioned, moving toward me.
I nodded toward the parking lot and then stepped outside. The temperatures were going to be record-breaking today.
Wolfe stepped outside, keeping to the edge of the building, where there was some shade. “What’s up, Sheriff? You know I run a business here. I don’t have time for this shit.”
His tone belied his words. Wolfe sounded more amused than put out.
“Just thought I’d stop by. See how things’re goin’,” I admitted, moving around to the side of the building. The sound of boots crunching on gravel told me that Wolfe was following.
“Not to check up on me?”
I turned to face the taller man.
And Wolfe Caine was a big man. A couple of inches taller and a good twenty-five, maybe thirty pounds of solid muscle more than me, the guy made me feel small, almost. Not that I was a little guy, but next to him…
Wolfe seemed to be closing the distance between us, and I had to keep my boots firmly planted to keep from taking a step back. I wasn’t intimidated, and I damn sure wasn’t going to pretend I was.
When we were nearly toe to toe, Wolfe stared down at me and I held his gaze.
“What do you want from me, Sheriff?”
Well, hell. That was a loaded question if I'd ever heard one. I had a million answers on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t about to admit my interest.
Not yet.
Wolfe moved closer, but I held my ground even when the warmth of his body surrounded me.
“Is it information on Amy you want?”
“Yes and no,” I confessed. “Not for reasons you might think.”
“No?” Another inch disappeared between us. “You’re not seekin’ information so you can protect her? Or maybe that’s just bullshit and you’re sniffin’ around ’cause you’re interested.” His dark eyebrows lifted.
I didn’t respond. Hell, I could hardly breathe.
“Or is it me you want?” His tone dropped an octave, lower than I had ever heard it. The growl that accompanied the words suited his name.
I knew Wolfe was baiting me, but I couldn’t deny my attraction.
“Right here? Right now?” Wolfe continued, his voice dropping lower.
When he leaned in closer, his breath fanning my ear, it took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to shift closer.
“Is this what you’re comin’ ’round for? Tauntin’ me? Teasin’ me? You tryin’ to see if I’m interested?”
I swallowed hard.
Wolfe’s voice was hardly a whisper when he added, “Because I might be.”
I was trying to catch my breath when he pulled back and stared at me.
Without another word, the big guy smirked, then turned and headed back inside, leaving me standing there, staring after him.
Even if I'd had a legitimate reason for coming to the shop, I would be damned if I'd be able to remember what it was.
Not after that.
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