Apparently he was no longer the least bit concerned about Retta and her meat cleaver. When he released her at long last, Molly stood back and studied his expression. Despite the outward appearance of exuberance, she thought she detected a few shadows in his eyes. She knew him well enough to recognize that that could only spell trouble. “Come with me,” she said at once. “Where?” “Upstairs.” He grinned at that. “Anxious to get me alone again? I guess that kiss was even better than I thought.” “The kiss was just peachy,” she said, shaking her head at the size of his ego. “It’s whatever else is going on in that head of yours that has me worried. Come on, buster. Upstairs.” He dragged his heels like a kid trying to avoid a lecture. “I haven’t even had my coffee.” “Coffee can wait.”
