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a frown. An attempt at a smile failed, and Chris gave it up to take his seat. "What did he say to you?" |
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"He said you were no threat to my virtue. You don't like girls. But he does." |
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"Yeah. He loves girls. All kinds." |
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Chris leaned back in his chair, studying her. The sudden appearance of his foster brother had unsettled him. He'd been looking forward to a quiet evening of working conversation. Now his mind spun with remembrances of a childhood in the same house with Kirk Rousseauthe boy who had hated him with a desperate passion was now a man. A man who hated him still. |
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"McCall?" D.J. waited for her answer. |
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"I like girls." He looked at her and allowed his eyes to tell her what he could not. D.J. blushed and glanced away. "I like them a lot. But your virtue is safe with me, D.J. You don't have to worry that I'll seduce you over dessert." |
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Even though I might want to, he added to himself. |
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D.J.'s curious gaze returned to his face. "Why not?" |
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She sounded almost disappointed, and warmth surged through Chris at her low-voiced question. Instead of answering, he snapped the menu open and stared at his choices without seeing them. "Some things are private, Officer. We'd better order." |
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Her breath caught in surprise at his cold reminder of their relationship, but when the waiter |
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