Page 74 of Rekindle My Heart

Ryan walked her to the door, not sure if she still wanted him to come in.

He rocked back on his heels as he waited for her to unlock the door. Keys jangled. Crickets chirped. The slow hum of traffic a block over serenaded them. It was a peaceful neighborhood.

He blinked.

Through the faint haze of beer and tequila, his cop senses clicked in. Too quiet. No barking.

He pushed her behind him and unholstered his gun.

“What are you doing?”

“Something’s wrong. Karma didn’t bark.”

She swatted his arm. “He’s at my parents’ tonight.”

“Why?” He lowered his gun.

“I didn’t know how long I’d be out tonight. Plus, they love him. He’s their grandpuppy.”

That made sense. He holstered his gun, then opened her door for her.

She scooted by him and into the house. Rooted on the step, he waited.

Framed by the doorway, a questioning look crossed her face. “You coming?”

He stepped up. Braced his arm on the doorframe. His body swayed, inching closer. “Do you really want me to come in?”

Her gaze traveled up his chest and locked with his. Her eyes looked clearer as she studied him.

“If you want to go home, I can beat your ass from there.”

“You want to spank me?” He feigned surprise. God, he loved to see her cheeks turn pink as he teased her.

She rolled her eyes and slapped his chest.

He trapped her hand, bringing her attention back to his face.

Damn, she was beautiful. Her eyes were black pools ringed by a tiny sphere of blue. Lust? Or booze?

He inched back and slipped a cocky smile on his face. “Come on. I want to see your face when I take you down.”

Her blush deepened.

Fuck. That wasn’t what he meant. Well, he’d be a liar if he didn’t admit it was what he wanted, but not with a liter of alcohol floating around in her bloodstream. His too.

“Come on, KarFire89.” He pulled her inside the house and closed the door.

Ryan set a glass of water and two pain relievers beside her as she picked her avatar’s weapons. The fuzz in her brain was slowly receding. Boy, she’d drunk way more than she’d ever had before.

That was it. She couldn’t think of any other explanation for why Ryan Daniels was in her house playing video games at God-knows-what-time-of-night.

Except, she wanted him here. That realization made her thighs quake. She should stay away from him. He wasn’t hers. Sarah made sure of that.

Her eyes bugged. Where did that thought come from?

She loved her baby sister. Everyone did. Ryan did. They had broken up but would get back together. Erica knew that. Sarah wanted him, and she always got what she wanted.

That’s why you took your chance.