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neighborhood. Across the street, two children rode their tricycles up and down a driveway. On the sidewalk a woman walked by with her dog. McCall lived in residential heaven. D.J. was astonished to discover she loved it. Glancing at McCall, she caught him watching her watching the neighborhood. |
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"I should apologize," she blurted out. |
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McCall was continuing to observe her closely. He had beautiful eyes. So expressive. And they saw too much. D.J. resisted the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. "I meant to check on you during the night. That's why I stayed here. I'm not a good sleeper, and I often wake up several times every night. But last night I slept straight through after I left your . . ." She trailed off, realizing what she'd just admitted. She looked over to see if he'd noticed her slip. |
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He grinned. "Thank you for covering me up." |
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D.J. shrugged. "No big deal. If you're sick, I have to put up with you longer." |
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"Uh-huh." He reached down and grabbed a white bag from the floor next to his chair. "Doughnut?" |
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D.J. straightened. She loved doughnuts. "Where'd you get these?" She glanced inside the bag and withdrew a cruller, her favorite kind. |
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"I got up early, so I went out, bought breakfast, and picked up the pictures I took at the station the other day." He held up a slim envelope that presumably contained the photos. "We can look at them when you're done." |
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D.J. nodded, her mouth full of cruller. She took a sip of coffee and leaned back against the house. |
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