Disaster, Blake confirmed with a dour nod.
Aidan nodded, winking at Brooke as he successfully ruffled Cristinas feathers. Cristina here burns water with spectacular flare.
Hey, Ive got other talents, Cristina said.
Aidan grinned. Sure you do.
Cristina waved her fork in his face. Dont make me kick your ass.
You cooked, Brooke repeated, looking at Zach.
Why are you so surprised?
Because- Because it was a hidden talent, and now she was wondering at his other hidden talents. Im just impressed, thats all.
Well, welcome to the twenty-first century, Cristina muttered, still glaring at Aidan. Where men cook. And in case you havent heard, us women can vote now, too.
Everyone laughed, and Brooke rolled her eyes, but when she looked around, she realized they werent laughing at her at all. She was included in the joke.
Zach was gazing at her, his mouth curved, looking relaxed and easygoing and, damn it, gorgeous, and something came to her in that moment.
She belonged.
Aidan and Cristina were still bickering, Blake and Dustin were thumb wrestling for the last serving of lasagna, Sam and Eddie were shoveling in their food and laughing over somethingthey were all as dysfunctional as they could be, and they were a family.
And she was a part of it.
Sam took the last of the lasagna and everyone protested. Hey, theres two kinds of people in here-the fast and the hungry. Im the fast, thats all.
Zach smiled at Brooke with a genuine affection that stole her breath.
And replaced it with heat.
Oh boy, a lot of heat.
Hey, Sam said. Dont forget, I need everyone to sign up for party duty. The chiefs b-day bash isnt going to throw itself.
Yeah, and why are we doing this again? Blake asked, classic Eeyore.
To have an excuse to have a party, Eddie explained.
To kiss up, you mean, Blake said, sounding disgusted with all of them. Dont forget the kissing-up part.
Well, maybe if Zach spent some time kissing up- Sam accompanied this with kiss-kiss noises -he wouldnt be called to the principals office to get spanked every other day.
Zach sighed.
Cristina reached across the table and squeezed his hand. Id rather be spanked than hold my tongue.
Me, too, Aidan said, in between mouthfuls of food. Me, too.
Yes, but Blake sent Zach a frustrated look. It wouldnt hurt to lay low, let the chief get distracted by someone elses ass once in a while.
Zach shook his head.
No can do on the lying low thing, apparently.
I can tell on Sam, Eddie suggested. For leaving porn in the bathroom. Maybe that would take some of the heat off Zach.
Hey, what did porn ever do to you? Sam protested.
They all laughed, and Zach smiled, but Brooke could see that it didnt reach his eyes.
Later, she sought him out in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator for a bottle of water, then leaned back against the counter, taking a long drink. He was behaving himself. Not mixing business and pleasure.
He was also quiet. Hurting.
Telling herself she was crazy, she walked toward him and took the water from his hand.
He just looked at her.
That friend thing she started.
Yeah? He gripped the edges of the counter by his sides, and she wondered if that was to ensure he didnt touch her. She wished he could have put those hands on her, but shed seen to it that he wouldnt try.
For her own good.
Damn, she was tired of for her own good. If were friends, she said softly, then I should be able to do this.
What?
She set her hands on his chest, then let them glide up around his neck, bringing her body flush to his as she hugged him.
For one beat he held himself rigid, then with a low, rough breath, let his hands drop from the counter and come around her, hard.
She didnt look into his face, knowing if she did, shed kiss him again, and this was just a hug, comfort.
Friendship.
So she pressed her face into his throat and held on.
Brooke, he murmured, and the hand he had fisted in her shirt low on her back opened, pressing her even closer as he buried his face in her hair and just breathed her in. Brooke-
The kitchen door opened, and Eddie looked at them, brows raised. If I cook tomorrow, he asked, can I have the same thank-you?
Much later that night, back at her grandmothers house, Brooke thought about the evening. About the hug and her reaction to it. Partially, because her body was still revved from what should have been an innocent touch, but there was more to it.
According to Sam, she could be the fast, or the hungry. But when it came to her life, shed always been the fast, never slowing down, never relaxing, always doing, going, running. And for what? To always end up alone, wondering what she was missing? Shed come here out of duty, but shed also wanted to find herself. Maybemaybe she couldnt do that at the speed of light, maybe she had to slow down. Maybe thats what was missing.
She needed to give herself time to catch her breath, time to relax.
Needed to do that whole let-loose thing.
Moving through the kitchen with a mug of tea, she looked out the window at the dark night and thought about it, thought about Zach. As she did, a now-familiar tingle began low in her belly and spread. And suddenly, she had a feeling she knew exactly how she should be letting loose. And it included mixing business and pleasure.
A lot of mixing.
Chapter 7
Zach ran in the mornings. It woke him up, kept him in shape and gave him time to think. Typically, he thought about work or, more recently, Brooke. He really liked thinking about Brooke.
But this morning, after having a dream about the arson fire, it wasnt Brooke on his mind, and he changed his routine, running past Hill Street. When he reached the fire site, he thought maybe he was still dreaming.
The place had been demolished, razed.
He stared at it in disbelief. On a hunch, he ran back to his house, got into his truck and drove to the site of a different fire, the one from a few months previous, a fire hed also cried arson to Tommy about and had gotten his wrist slapped for.
That property was also demolished.
And the one before that? Yeah. Demolished. Standing at the edge of the third lot, where nothing remained but dirt, he pulled out his cell phone, but didnt hit any numbers as his last meeting with the chief ran through his head. Hed been asked, and not very nicely, to do his own job and no one elses.
Somehow he doubted stalking the fire sites would be considered doing his own job.
Shit. Tommy Ramirez had told him to be on his best behavior, but that was proving damn hard to do. Driving home, he called Aidan, but had to leave a message. While waiting for a return call, he tried to distract himself with a Lakers game but his mind kept wandering to the arson.
He couldnt let it go. Driven to do something, Zach pulled out his laptop. Hed already typed up all his thoughts and notes on the fires. Now he needed to talk it out with someone, and oddly enough, the person that kept coming to mind wasnt Aidan, but someone with sweet baby blues and a smile that pretty much destroyed him.
Brooke. He was driven by her, too, because, damn, she was something. She was something, andand she wanted a relationship.
Brooke. He was driven by her, too, because, damn, she was something. She was something, andand she wanted a relationship.
Driven as he was, he didnt do relationships. Relationships always came to an end, and he hated endings. He didnt need a shrink to attribute that to losing his parents so young, to growing apart from the brother he had nothing in common with except grief and, in a way, losing him, too.
No, he didnt like endings, and therefore, avoided beginnings.
Still, Brooke drew him. She was a little buttoned-up, a little rigid, and-and hell. She had a smile that could melt him from across town, and a way of looking at him that suggested she could see right through to all his flaws, and she didnt mind those flaws.
Jesus. He went back to his laptop, burying himself. He had property deeds, architectural plans, records of sales, and looked it all over for the hundredth time to see if there were any obvious connections.
When his doorbell rang, he figured it was Aidan. When he opened the door, it turned out to be a beautiful redhead.
Nope, not Aidan, but his neighbor Jenny with a pizza in one hand, a six-pack dangling from her other, and a fuck-me smile firmly in place.
Hi, neighbor. She lifted the pizza. Interested?
She was a high school librarian, but nothing about her was a stereotypical keeper of books. She hosted a weekly poker party, enjoyed car racing, and brewed her own beer. They were friends, and so far, just friends, but shed made it clear that she was ready for that to change. Now here she was, flirting. Normally hed flirt right back, but he didnt. Stress, he decided. Stress and frustration. Im sorry, Jenny. Its not a good time-
Dont even try to tell me youre not hungry. Ill have to take your temperature. She pushed her way in, carrying the food, swinging the beer. Everyone has to eat.
True. And shed obviously decided the way to his heart was by way of his stomach, maybe with a side trip past other certain body parts. Up until a few weeks ago, he might have been happy to take that side trip, but he no longer wanted to. Not with another woman on his mind.
Jenny turned to face him, and her smile slowly faded. Whats the matter?
Im not sure. Yes. Yes, he was. He wanted a blue-eyed, sweet, sexy EMT with a smile that slayed him.
And only her.
Zach? Jenny waved a hand in front of his face. You look like you were just hit by a train.
Uh-huh. The Brooke train. At some point, probably during the wild kiss, hed decided no one else would do. Holy shit.
Jenny set down the food and popped the top off two of the beers, handing him one. Here. You look like you could use this now.
Thanks. He took a long pull.
So who is she?
I didnt even know there was a she until two seconds ago. How did you know?
Its all over your face.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, images of Brooke coming to him. That very first day when shed woken him, or when shed so fiercely approached Code Calico, and then Viagra Manor the way shed looked at him with her heart and soul in her eyes when shed said she wanted a relationship.
Damn, Jenny said softly, still staring at him. Shesspecial, isnt she?
I-yeah. He managed to meet her gaze. Im sorry.