Page 56 of Capture My Heart

She whipped her head to the side and shot him a what-the-fuck look. Yeah, not the way to sell the whole relationship thing to Bob and his wife. Good thing Megan wasn’t in the room at the moment. She’d excused herself a few minutes ago.

Bob didn’t seem to notice. He rambled about the guy he questioned today in an identity theft case.

Trey removed his hand from her knee and rested it on the back of the couch. He leaned close. “Honey, do you need to use the restroom?”

Her brows flattened. “What?”

“Stop with the fidgeting, Darling,” He whispered.

She uncrossed her legs and planted her hands on her knees. “Sorry. I’m just…”

He got it. It was hard to lie to friends and faking their involvement was a lie, even if it was for the good of the case and the department.

The glowing smile that replaced the anxious look blinded everyone in the room.

A moment later, Megan slipped back into the room. She cleared her throat, effectively cutting off Bob mid-story. “Dear, I think that’s enough shop talk tonight.”

“Okay, I’m sure you get that too. No one wants to hear about our work but other cops.” Bob’s stare bounced between them.

An unease shifted in Trey. He shared a look with Amy. She smiled and the weary feeling subsided.

Megan stood. “Dinner is done, so why don’t we move into the dining room.”

She whispered something to Bob. Trey thought it was “easy on the carbs.”

Trey noted the comment and slid a hand to the small of Amy’s back as they moved to their dinner seats.

“Everything smells delicious.” Trey’s mouth watered. “Are those homemade rolls?”

“Yes, my grandmother’s recipe.”

“Best rolls you’ll ever eat.” Bob snagged one as he passed the bowl. “Wait until you taste the pie she made for dessert.”

Trey heaped his plate and wished for his track pants with the elastic waist.

Amy leaned in and whispered. “I may be in a food coma later.”

Trey, too.

The rest of the night was like a typical dinner with friends. They laughed about the missed plays in last week's game and stuffed themselves with the scrumptious dinner Megan made.

On the way home, Trey replayed the events of the evening. He couldn’t say what seemed off to him. Maybe nothing and he had been reacting to Amy’s nerves earlier? Who knows? He’d think about it tomorrow.

He took in the beautiful, relaxed woman sitting next to him. One drink and the tight cords that bound her up loosened. His gut told him to question her about Bob and the case, but he couldn’t. Not with her looking so peaceful. The first time in days. So, he drove, and snuck peeks at the dosing woman.

He’d be the agent tomorrow. Tonight, he was just a man.

Chapter 12

Sunday morning, Amy rose with the sun to get in a jog before the humidity climbed to uncomfortable levels. As she started into her second mile, her thoughts ticked through her to-do list. This was the first day off in her five-on-four-off rotation. She’d gotten used to the ten-hour days. Having an extended time off every week helped.

Her list today was manageable. Laundry, clean, shop for a couch, all normal tasks, but the one she was dreading was asking Trey to dinner. She could make an excuse—he had to work, he was coming down with a cold, he got rabies from his pet skunk.

No, she couldn’t throw Stinky under the bus like that.

Procrastinate, that was the answer—for now.

She pushed it from her mind. Running was her relax and zone-out time. No stressing. It made every muscle in her body tight. With each block, she could feel her blood pressure drop. By the two-mile mark, she had replayed last night’s dinner with the Petersons over in her mind. It was a little tense at times, but while Bob was a work friend, they’d never spent any social time together alone. Ryan and the guys were always there.