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He moved closer still, his mouth just inches from hers. Devon’s pulse raced. This was it. They were finally going to kiss.
Blake’s phone rang.
The sudden sound startled her, and Blake closed his eyes with a sigh.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered.
Devon couldn’t help but laugh.
He checked the screen. “It’s Emmett.”
“You should answer it.”
He looked at her mouth one last time. “This conversation isn’t over.”
Thank God.
“Good.”
He answered the phone as he headed toward his office. Devon watched him go, her heart still pounding. The man hadn’t even kissed her yet, and somehow she could already imagine how it was going to feel.
An hour later, with Blake still on the phone with his team leader, Devon waved the white flag and called it a night. Not in the spare room, as she’d expected, but in Blake’s bedroom.
He’d insisted on taking the spare room.
After a quick shower, she slipped under the covers and settled herself against the pillows. Blake’s familiar scent surrounded her, making it far too easy to imagine him lying beside her.
Now there’s a thought.
She smiled into the darkness.
They hadn’t kissed. Not yet. But the frustration she’d seen in Blake’s eyes both times they were interrupted told her everything she needed to know.
That and his confession.
He wants to be more than friends.
He wanted her.
For the first time in months, Devon wasn’t afraid to admit she wanted something, too. As sleep finally pulled her under, she realized something else.
A new day was here, and instead of dreading it . . .
She couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning . . .
Blake had spent the better part of his adult life solving problems most people didn’t even know existed. At the moment, however, he was having trouble with one that should have been relatively simple.
Keeping his mind off Devon Brighton.
Yeah, good luck with that.
He leaned back in his office chair and rubbed a hand over his tired face.
Three monitors glowed in front of him, displaying information he’d spent the last several hours collecting and organizing. Normally, this was his favorite part of any investigation. The quiet. The challenge. The satisfaction of finding the one piece of information everyone else had overlooked.
