She stood up. Her shirt was slightly loose, yet as she stood, it tightened across her chest giving him a nice vision. A vision so tempting, he wanted to remove her shirt altogether.
“You could knock. It’s rude to just walk in. Give me the key.”
“It’s my key.”
Kat took a few steps toward him. “Not while I’m here. Give it to me. Why are you here? I thought we agreed you’d leave me alone.”
They did, somewhat. He had every intention of leaving her alone, especially when every time he saw her he wanted to kiss her like he did the last time. It was wrong to want to kiss her.
Then Logan called him.
“Did we agree on that? I don’t remember. I’m not giving you my key.”
“Oh, selective memory loss, uh? Get out, Danny. And give me the key before you leave.”
Should he tell her that her brother called him worried about her? When his phone rang, Logan’s number flashing before him, he almost hesitated to answer. His first thought had been something terrible happened to Aubrey. They didn’t have the kind of relationship where they randomly called each other for no reason.
Concern for Aubrey had him answering, his heart pounding right out of his chest. Then Logan said he was worried about Kat. He didn’t give much of a reason, but said he was concerned and asked if he would go check on her. Keep an eye on her while she was in Florida. For some reason, his heart never stopped pounding.
Without hesitating, Danny agreed. He told himself it was because he owed Logan. He had kept Aubrey safe. He could do the same for Kat. It wasn’t because he was dying to see Kat.
“The key, Danny. Standing there and staring at me with that annoying look of yours isn’t going to intimidate me. I want the key.”
Yeah, he wasn’t in the mood to bring Logan into this conversation. She was on the verge of getting fired up. That was never a good thing. His body reacted in the wrong way.
Maybe it was wrong, but it felt good. Too good.
“If you want the key, you’ll have to dig it out of my pocket because I’m not giving it to you. Like I said, it’s my apartment and I can walk in here anytime I want. Got something to hide that you don’t want me walking in on, Kat?”
“How about I want some peace and you’re disrupting it. Don’t think I won’t take that key from you.” Her eyes zoomed to his left pocket.
She must’ve seen him put it there. Very observant of her.
He should leave. He should hand over the key and not come back. But a part of him wanted her to get the key from him.
He loved her feisty attitude.
Hell, as insane as it was, he ached for any reason to get her hands on him. What did that make him? An asshole, probably.
“Try your best, Kat. I am a trained federal agent. I doubt you’ll get it from me.”
Challenge officially issued. He could see the fire in her eyes. She wanted the key and she was going to go for it.
“Oh, I’m going to love putting you in your place, Special Agent O’Rourke.” Kat smiled as the fervor in her eyes intensified.
Shit. Her brother was in law enforcement. How well did she know how to defend herself? Too late now. He issued a challenge and he couldn’t wait to see how she enacted it.
“Bring it on, sweetheart.”
(Copyright © Amanda Siegrist 2018)