Page 89 of One Kiss Isn't Enough
ADDISON
“Two sets of eyes are on his office in case he shuts the door.”
“I know,” I answer Daniel.
“If we lose sight for even a moment, I’m coming in.”
“I know,” I repeat and even though I’m attempting to sound agitated, I’m anything but. “You’re cute when you’re worried.”
His short huff is humorless, coming deep from his chest as we sit in the car.
“In and out, Addison,” he tells me, leaning over the console to give me a peck on the cheek. I don’t kiss him back, because I’m waiting, and sure enough, he asks again.
“You sure you want to do this?”
The way he asks it melts everything inside of me. I don’t answer him with words; instead I put a hand on either side of his handsome face, feeling his stubble beneath my palms, and press a gentle kiss to his lips. His dark eyes are open and staring down at me when I pull away.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur.
“And I’ll be right here.”
As I shut the door to the car, I hear him say he’s starting the clock. I have five minutes. That’s what he gave me and I’m just fine with that.
If I’m going to be here with Daniel, as his wife and as a part of his family, I’m going to make sure everyone knows exactly where I stand.
Even with that confidence, my heart hammers as I walk through the dark glass doors to the station. Officer Walsh’s office is upstairs on the second floor. The elevator is empty, which doesn’t ease my nerves at all. I have to shake out my clammy hands and give myself a pep talk.
I’m merely planning to apologize for being caught off guard. To thank Officer Walsh for asking if I was all right and to let him know that I’m more than all right and not to question where I stand with the Cross brothers again.
Daniel and his brothers told me where Walsh’s office is. It’s the back-right corner office. I’m glad I know where it is and that when I finally get close, his door is open and he’s right in view. Alone, unsuspecting. Just like I was when he approached me.
It’s hard to give him the benefit of the doubt. That he’s only a cop looking out for a woman who’s mixed up with men like the Cross brothers.
I try to keep it in mind as I raise my fist to the open door and knock gently.
Words were nearly spoken as he lifts his head, but when Cody Walsh sees me, they’re silenced and instead he’s slow to tap the papers in his hands on the desk. “Miss Fawn.”
“Officer Walsh.” I speak his name pleasantly. Forgetting the pounding of adrenaline in my blood and noting that he’s only a man. Nothing more than human.
“I thought I’d see you again,” he comments. “Please come in.”
It’s quiet for a moment as I try to get ahold of my bearings.
He speaks first, easing the tension. “You’ll have to forgive my first impression. I don’t know what to make of the relationships they have. Your fiancé and his brothers.”
“Relationships?” I question, raising a brow and deciding to make light of it. “If Daniel has more than one of me…well, no wonder he’s so stressed.”
The short chuckle eases the officer slightly as he leans back in his chair, but his guard is still up. Something tells me it always is.
“Have a seat,” he offers, and I shake my head, telling him I was just stopping by for a quick moment.
“I’m not the bad guy, you know?” he tells me, catching me off guard.
“I didn’t say you were.”
“You didn’t have to,” he responds solemnly. “I’m still getting a read on them and you didn’t seem like you were all right,” he explains although he doesn’t have to.
“He’s not a bad guy either.” And I defend Daniel, although I don’t have to.