Thomass strong fingers sifting into her hair and the warm press of his lips against her chilled skin had felt like more than a peck on the cheek. It had felt like, if shed turned her head a fraction, those firm, gentle lips would have been kissing her mouth instead. Janes breath caught in her chest as she remembered the heat that had suddenly suffused her at the older mans touch. And now, for some inexplicable reason, she felt cheated that she hadnt turned that fraction of an inch. I dont mean anything to him.
Conor was still amused as he pulled two mugs from the dishwasher. Hes very protective of you.
Thomas is protective of everybody. Its in his blood. Hes been a cop for a long time. You said the Watson house was a good place for me to be because theyd be more alert to their surroundings than the average family.
Nodding, Conor poured them each a mug of coffee, then went to the fridge to pull out a carton of half-and-half. Its helpful to have an extra set of eyes watching out for you. Even if the lieutenant doesnt know hes assisting with a WITSEC project.
Jane added the half-and-half to her mug, trying to forget for a few seconds that she was considered a project by the FBI and US Marshals offices after witnessing her husbands murder at the hands of a serial killer known only as Badge Man. Think about something else. Anything else.
Her thoughts instantly turned to the memory of how her skin had tingled and all the blood had rushed to the spot where Thomas had kissed her. She hadnt been kissed in three years. Hadnt been held in strong arms. Hadnt had any man looking out for her unless he was being paid to do so. Not since Freddies death.
She rolled up the sleeves of the black nylon jacket she still wore. The creamy coffee she sipped was warming her up, but she wanted to keep the jacket on. Thomass straightforward scent, a blend of spicy soap and laundry detergent, might be the most masculine smell shed ever inhaled, and having it surround her reminded her of his strength and calmed nerves that had been frayed to the point of snapping lately. She hadnt had a man offer her his jacket in years, and for a little while at least, the gallant gesture made her feel normal, as if someone cared about her. Not as a valuable witness, a tool the FBI wanted to use to help them bring a dangerous man to justicebut just as her, a woman, a human being who hadnt had anyone care about her on a personal level for a very long time.
Her thoughts took her into some dangerous territory as she considered her employer. Like the finely aged wines she used to drink after dinner with Freddiebefore his murder, before shed stopped drinking altogether to keep her senses clear and alert to the danger she feared could strike again at any given momentThomas was mature perfection. Sure of himself, but not arrogantly so. Handsome in a rugged sort of way. The lines beside his rich green eyes bespoke wisdom and life experience, laughter as much as heartbreak. And shed known young bucks, maybe about the same age as Marshal Wildman, whose toothy smiles and perfect bodies and charming flirtations couldnt ignite a fraction of the heat inside her that a single, purposeful look from Thomas Watson did.
Youre thinking about Lieutenant Watson right now, arent you? Conor braced his elbows on the counter across from her and leaned forward. You know, Boyle, as long as you dont reveal your real identity or mine, youre allowed to have relationships in this program.
A relationship? Shed scratched that off her future wish list, first out of grief, then out of necessity. Is that why youre not married? Because opening your heart to someone when some creeper wants you dead is so easy? My life is a sham. And the moment I give up that sham, I and the people I care about become targets of a dangerously sick serial killer. I dont see any happily-ever-after in that scenario.
He laughed. Touché. I guess its hard to have an honest relationship with someone when you have to lie about who you are every day. I know thats why my fiancée broke off our engagement. She wanted complete honestyshe deserved it. But the job wouldnt let me do it.
Her heart beat with a compassionate thump. Conor shared very little about himself with her. After all, she was a job more than she was a friend. But she suddenly felt a little more like a kindred spirit to hear hed lost someone hed loved, too. Im sorry.
Me, too. He grinned again. But you could still, you know, fool around.
With my boss?
I saw how you looked at him. You think the ol boys still got it. Jane snapped her mouth shut, realizing she was still gaping at the suggestion she have a fling with her attractive employer. Hey, I imagine what he lacks in speed, he more than makes up for in experience. From everything youve told me about him, Watson seems like a good guy.