Page 2 of Under the Radar

“Oh, right. Yes, of course, come in.”

She walked in, her scent swirling as she squeezed past me and headed to the living room. I followed in her wake, greedily inhaling. The urge to reach out and touch her was strong, but I resisted.

“So, you’re looking for a new place?” I asked.

She smiled as she sat down. “Yes, I am.” She winked. “So much so, I took down your ad. I’m the only one to apply.”

“Ah, I had one in the paper.” I leaned forward. “The applicants were scary.”

“Good. Then I guess you’ve been waiting for me, right?”

She had no idea.

She crossed her legs. “Ask me anything, Chase.”

My throat went dry.

Jesus. My wet dream was sitting across from me, her sexy calves on display. She wanted to live in this house. With me. I’d see her every day. Hear her talk and laugh. Maybe see her in a towel.

Or less.

I dropped my head. If I let her move in here with me, I would be in so much trouble. It was a really, really bad idea.

“When can you move in?” I blurted out.

She laughed. “Oh, you are a funny one.”

I had to look away. I had been serious.

And my first instinct was right, except I was beyond trouble.

The fact was, I was totally fucked.

And I wasn’t going to do anything to stop it.

* * *

She grinned at me. “May I see the place before I sign?”

I offered her a rueful smile. “Of course, ah, Officer—”

She cut me off. “Enough of that. It’s Hannah. You can call me Hannah. Unless, of course, I have you handcuffed.”

The mental image that came to my head wasn’t helping my situation at the moment.

Hannah, wearing her police hat and belt and nothing else. Me, handcuffed to her bed while she decided what to do with me.

Jesus, this was a bad idea.

I stood. “Let me show you around.”

We walked into the kitchen, and she smiled. “Oh, it’s a good size!”

“You like to cook?” I asked.

“Oh yes. My mom taught me. What about you?”

“Well, Brett and I ordered in a lot, but I make a great breakfast and I can grill. Charly taught me how to cook pasta and grilled cheese,” I replied honestly.