As they passed through the living room, Blake saw them heading for the stairs and grinned. “Guess this means we’re staying here so you can keep an eye on your wounded cop.” “I’m staying,” Cara said with a wink. Letting go of Taylor’s hand, she retrieved her purse from the coffee table, fished out her key ring, and tossed it to Blake. “You’re taking the car and going back to my house for the night.” Palming the keys, Blake snickered and shut off the TV. Pushing to his feet, he said, “See you guys tomorrow. Try to stay out of trouble. And thanks for dinner and the celebration.” She smiled. “You’re welcome. Congrats again.” After he left, Cara locked the door behind him, but instead of resuming their path to the bedroom, Taylor lowered himself to the sofa in the spot Blake had just vacated. Walking over, she sat next to him. “Whatever you have to tell me, I’m sure it can’t be as bad as me admitting to stalking you.”
