Satisfaction swelled in his chest. Crimson had waited up for him. It had been a long, difficult day. Despite the pressure of the investigation, despite all the distractions, he had found time to think about her, worry about her. When she hurried out to meet him in the hall, his eager gaze slid over her slender curves. Today, she wore stretchy silver leggings and a pale pink leotard over them. Her hair was twisted into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. “You look like cotton candy,” he told her. “Sweet and fluffy?” “Tempting and ethereal.” “I’m fine.” Brown eyes flashed in defiance. “I went to the doctor.” “I know.” Her combative tone drew a chuckle from him. “Soames told me. I called the house while you were out. I didn’t call your cell, in case you were driving.” He caught the flicker of guilt on Crimson’s face. Puzzled, Nick registered the slight flush that warmed her pale skin. “You did see the doctor?” he pressed. “Yes I did,” she reassured him.
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