When We Kiss

“I do what I want to do.” Tabby cuts her off, glancing at me before turning on her heel and going to the coffee carafe.

“I don’t want to cause any problems…” I start.

“It’s not a problem at all.” Emberly gives me an encouraging smile coupled with a li

ttle wink. Then she tilts her head toward where her friend is standing.

I look from her to where Tabby is pouring coffee. I don’t like causing conflict, but I’m encouraged by the unexpected support. “What do you say?”

Tabby turns to face me. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, Deputy Tucker. I’m not looking for anything right now.”

“Then we should do just fine. I’ll pick you up at seven.” Crossing the space, I’m headed for the door when her voice stops me.

“But… What are we doing?”

I go to where she’s standing by the small table. She straightens as I approach, as if preparing to defend herself.

“May I have your number?” I catch her eye and smile in what I hope is a friendly manner.

It only seems to fluster her. “I guess so.”

“Here.” I reach for her phone, which she hesitates before putting in my hand. Quickly, I type in my number and send myself a text. “Now we’re connected.”

“You’re going to keep me in suspense?”

“Seems you like surprises.” I start for the door again, but pause before leaving. “You’ll need to wear something you can move around in…Something you don’t mind getting dirty. I’ll text you more later.”

Her brow furrows, and I grin as I head out the door.

I do love knocking her off balance.

Five

Tabby

My phone buzzes at eight a.m. with a text from Chad, Do you have full use of your arms and stomach muscles?

Sitting up in the bed, I rub one eye as I text back, What the hell kind of question is that?

A pretty easy one. Do you?

My nose wrinkles. As far as I know.

Any issues that would limit the use of one arm and both legs?

Is this about tonight?

Maybe.

I have no special needs.

Time change. Okay if I pick you up at five?

Pressing my lips together, I contemplate replying about how he clearly assumes I’m sitting around waiting to go out with him. I don’t. What the hell are we doing?

Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.

You already told me that.