But now, in the light of day, Betsy couldn’t help but see it as a good thing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sleep with Kyle, because she did. Her body came to life with every stroke of his hand, every nibble of his teeth. But a relationship of that nature, with her next-door neighbor no less, needed to be dictated by more than just their raging hormones. What had surprised her, though, was the way Kyle had tensed when he realized who was calling, his hurried greeting one of worry rather than a simple hello. And although the call had proved to be nothing more than an opportunity for Callie to say good-night, Kyle’s mood was irrevocably altered. Suddenly, where there’d been gentleness there was an edge, where there’d been playfulness there was rigidity, and where there’d been excitement there was restraint. When she’d asked him about it, he’d been evasive, saying only that there were some things at work that had him on edge—an explanation she could understand if his change in behavior had come on the heels of a phone call from the station.
