Crazy in Love (17 page)

He paused, his fingers still tapping on the blotter, which shifted and knocked into the phone. As Jake reached forward to reset the blotter back, he stared at the phone.

More specifically, he stared at the alphabetic assignments on the number pad.

Jake shook his head
, unable to figure out who was stupider, him or Chase.
He spun out of Chase’s office chair and went to the safe, carefully dialing in 467366, spelling out
Gordon
. The safe clicked and the door creaked open obediently.

“
You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jake muttered as he shut off the Mini Mag and tucked it into his back pocket. Carefully, he pulled the laptop out and slid it into the messenger bag that was slung over his shoulder. He shut the safe, set the office chair back where it was, and almost had his hand on the doorknob of the outer office when he heard a woman’s loud laugh and froze. Someone was outside the door. The Venetian blinds were drawn on the windows, so he couldn’t see who it was, but he knew that laugh.

Flynn.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I being loud?” she nearly yelled. “It must be the wine. I get a little loopy.”

Then she laughed again.

A key turned in the lock, and Jake barely had time to throw himself under Rhonda’s desk before the door opened and the lights flipped on.

“
You can make all the noise you want,” Chase said. “I like noise.”

Jake
’s fist clenched on instinct. Flynn giggled again, but he could hear a slight bit of tension in the sigh she released afterward. Jake closed his eyes.

“
So… what was it you wanted to show me?”

“
Oh, just a little something…”

There were the sounds of Chase opening a filing cabinet and riffling through the files. Jake could see Flynn
’s feet shuffle slightly, as though she was looking around for Jake. Finally, she leaned against the desk, and he pinched her heel gently to let her know where he was.

“
Oh!” she squeaked.

“
You okay?” Chase’s voice was moving closer. Jake guessed he found what he was looking for.

“
Fly. Saw a fly. I’m freaked out by flies. By nature, actually. And, also, offices. Offices freak me out. I’m very odd that way. Maybe we should go?”

“
In a minute.” Chase’s feet came into view, facing Flynn’s in such a way as to indicate a definite violation of personal space. Jake hoped she was reaching for her key chain. It’d be worth being discovered there if he got to witness her Macing Gordon Chase. “I wanted to show you this.”

There was a moment of silence and then Flynn said,
“Wow. That’s really something.”

Jake tensed under the desk, his imagination soaring with a thousand guesses at what Chase was showing Flynn, each of them making him want to kill Chase more than the last.

“Construction’s almost finished,” Chase said, and Jake relaxed a bit. “And it looks more expensive than it really is. You’d be amazed at how cheaply you can build a mansion in Costa Rica.”

Jake could hear the tension in Flynn
’s voice as she said, “Well, taking advantage of economic desperation in impoverished countries is really the way to go,” but based on Chase’s chuckle of agreement, he figured her real meaning had been lost on its target.

“
Well, it’s getting late,” Flynn said. “Why don’t we just…?”

Chase
’s feet moved toward Flynn’s, and then suddenly Flynn’s feet flew upward and out of sight. A split-second later, there was a thump over Jake’s head.

“
Gordon,” Flynn said. “What are you…?”

Chase
’s toes nearly touched Jake’s leg as he moved forward. Things were quiet for a moment, and Jake shifted himself to hear better.

“
Gordon,” Flynn said finally. “I really think you should take me home.”

“
Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Jake tensed, ready to spring out from under the desk and pummel Chase, but not until he was sure Flynn didn
’t have control of the situation. She had self-defense. She had Mace. And if that failed, she had Jake.

She was going to be fine. Chase, however, was
a half-inch from getting intimate with the business end of Flynn’s keychain. Jake held his breath, waiting for the spritz and the screaming. There was neither,
though, just a protracted silence. Chase’s feet shuffled a little more as he moved in closer, and Jake realized why everything was so quiet.

They were
kissing.
She was
kissing
him. She was…

Giving him what he wants. Getting control.

Jake clenched his fist again, and was just about to slam it into the desk when she let loose with the loudest, most unfeminine belch he’d ever heard. Chase’s feet shot backward.

“
Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, sounding flustered, but Jake caught the thread of victory in her tone. “I have this… gastrointestinal thing. It’s so embarrassing.”

A wave of relief rushed through Jake, and he had to fight not to laugh.
That’s my girl.

Undeterred, Chase
’s feet approached again.

“
I don’t mind,” he said, although Jake noticed he wasn’t moving quite as close this time. He was still near enough to prevent her from jumping off the desk, though.

“
Um, you know...” she said, her voice tense. “I really should get back. I have this medicine I have to take, and if I don’t take it soon, well... I don’t want to be indelicate but it’s gastro
intestinal.
You know. Like, out both ends—”

Jake wanted nothing more than to crawl out from under the desk and kiss her right then, but he stayed put. This was Flynn
’s game, and he was going to let her play it.

“
I really… I think I need to…”

Chase
’s feet moved back and once again Flynn’s stilettos hit the ground.

“
I think you should take me home,” she said. “If history serves, things are about to get really ugly.”

“
Oh,” Chase said. “Of course. Absolutely. Let’s go.”

Both pairs of feet moved toward the door, Chase
’s moving a little faster once Flynn let go with another burp. Jake sat tucked under the desk for another few moments, smiling.

She was a hell of a girl, that Flynn.

He listened until he heard the car leave the parking lot and moved to get up, overestimating the height of the desk and banging his head on the underside. As he reached up to feel for it, his hand landed on…
duct tape?

He pulled out his Mini Mag to expose a manila folder stuck to the underside of Rhonda
’s desk.

“
Curiouser and curiouser,” Jake muttered, then tucked the Mini Mag between his teeth and went to work peeling the folder off the bottom of the desk.

***

Thank you, Freya,
Flynn thought as she waved good-bye to Chase from her front door. Freya had come up with the whole gastrointestinal bit in college, and it had saved both of them from more than one bad date. It had been a little surprising that it took three more belches and a dry heave to finally get Chase to leave, but at least it had worked and he was gone, hopefully never to ask her out again.

Flynn closed the door and leaned her back against it, shrugging her shoulders against the tension there. The night had been ov
erwhelming, to say the least. Between Chase’s obnoxious smarm, the stupid ballet slippers, and the horrible experience of making out with him on the desk while Tucker hid underneath, she wasn’t sure what was bothering her the most. She tried to keep her focus on these things, though, because underneath them lay her odd experience in the restaurant bathroom, and she wasn’t ready to think about that. Not yet, anyway. All she wanted
to do was make some tea, go to bed, sleep unhaunted, and wake to a new day.

But then there was a knock on the door, and she had no doubt who it was.

“Go away,” she said through the door.

“
No,” Tucker said back.

She sighed, turned around, and opened the door.
“I don’t want to hear it.”

Tucker smiled at her.
“Hear what?”

“
About showing up at the office. Trust me, that was not my idea. I did the best I could, and let me tell you something: You.
So
. Owe. Me.”

She braced herself against him yelling at her for screwing everything up, but instead he just reached up and touched her face.

“You handled it great,” he said. “That gastrointestinal thing was brilliant. I just wish I could have seen his face.”

Oh. Okay.
“So you’re not mad?”

“
No. You saved my ass.” He lifted up the messenger bag and pulled out a manila folder with duct tape around the edges. “And if you hadn’t come in when you did, we never would have gotten this.”

Flynn blinked, staring at the folder.
“What’s that?”

“
I have no idea.” He shoved it back into his bag.

“
I thought you went in for the laptop.”

“
Yeah, I got that, too, because I’m really, really good.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling at her. “I found the folder while I was killing time under Rhonda’s desk. I’ll take a look at it tomorrow. Right now, I just wanted you to know your hard work wasn’t for nothing.”

He wasn
’t upset at all that she had kissed Chase. Not
that she wanted him to be upset, but part of her could have used a little contention to lean against, to distract her from the smell of her mother’s closet, which lingered in her memory as if it was still fresh on each inhale.

She forced a smile.
“Okay. Great. I’m gonna go make some tea.”

She pushed past him toward the kitchen. She hadn
’t spent much time in there and had no idea where the tea or the kettle was. She opened the first cabinet to her left.

Pop-Tarts. Of course.

She closed it.

The kitchen door opened behind her and she ignored it, going into the next cabinet. Some plates, some small teacups. She wanted
big
. She wanted a big mug of tea, an overstuffed couch, a Cary Grant movie marathon, and Freya talking over all the good parts. She wanted comfort, and normalcy, and no dead people violating the rules of her universe. Was that too much to ask?

“
Flynn?” Tucker’s voice trailed in from behind her. “Are you okay?”

“
I’m fine,” she said. “Just making some tea. You can see yourself out. Good night.”

She opened the next cabinet.
Bingo.
Tea kettle. She pulled it out and walked over to the sink, but just as she reached to turn the water on, Tucker’s hand clamped down over hers. He pulled her to face him, took the kettle from her hands, and set it in the sink. He reached up and touched her face, making her look at him.

“
What happened?” His eyes dug into hers, and she could see the anger in them.

Finally. Thank you. Let
’s fight.

His anger, though, was clearly not directed at her.
“Did
he do something to you? It sounded like you were in control of the situation from where I was. Flynn, if I thought for a second that he was hurting you—”

“
Oh, God, no. That was fine. I mean, it wasn’t
fine,
it was gross, but that’s not what’s bothering me.”

He watched her with a severe expression for a moment longer, then softened.
“Okay. So if it’s not Chase, what is it?”

“
It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m just tired, and I want some damn tea.”

He nodded, released her hands, and reached for the tea
kettle.

“
You go get changed, get comfortable. I’ll make the tea for you.”

“
Tucker, you don’t have to—”

He angled his head to look at her and smiled, but his eyes were determined.
“I’m going to. Arguing with me is only going to make it take longer. Go get comfortable.”

She sighed and left, trying to shake the tension as she washed off her makeup, let down her hair, brushed her teeth, and changed into her pajamas—not the silk ones Freya had bought her, but the roomy, flannel, and decidedly unsexy ones she
’d packed for herself. She couldn’t think about the…
whatever
that was developing between her and Tucker. She couldn’t think about anything; her nerves felt jangly and ready to pop, and she knew that if she started thinking about anything other than tea or sleep, she’d unravel.

There was a gentle knock at her bedroom door, and then Tucker poked his head in, carrying a teapot and a mug on a large silver tray. He settled it on the floor next to the bed.