invite Mia over to Shiloh’s apartment and see what Miss Icy Britches would do.
Nick laughed. He could see it now. Shiloh lying in her cold bed as he got busy with someone else on her living room floor.
He shook his head. He couldn’t do that, not when he was on the job, but the thought made him feel better.
Nick drove back to DNS with delicious images of Shiloh’s face watching him roll around on her floor with Mia in his arms.
Suddenly the image faded and another took its place. Damn woman . She’d literally ruined the picture for him. He couldn’t think about making love to another woman without Shiloh’s misty-green eyes beckoning him back to her.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He refused to dwell on it. The whole thing was too confusing.
Could it be—?
No. No way. Don’t even think about that .
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shiloh rode the elevator down to the main floor, nervous as heck about having to spend the next ten or so hours alone with Nicholas.
When the doors opened, her stomach took a nosedive. Nicholas stood by the front door, talking to Marie from accounting. His intense blue eyes sparkled with amusement.
Was he flirting with Marie? Maybe he was trying to talk her into a sexual liaison in a public restroom.
Pfff !
She shook her head and refused to be affected by anything he did. Instead, she stared with distaste at his choice of attire. He wore another Hawaiian shirt, light blue with big white flowers, and a pair of baggy jeans. Those ugly flip-flops were on his feet again. The sunglasses tucked into his collar were blue to match his shirt. She cringed. He looked as if he’d just stepped off a plane from the Islands. How could she take him to see her father looking like that?
She cleared her throat and walked toward him.
He turned and his smiling eyes instantly sobered.
“Are you ready?” Shiloh heard her own harsh tone, and inwardly scolded herself. She could just imagine what the little blonde was thinking. What a bitch .
“I’m ready, but we’re taking my car.”
“What about—?”
His expression hardened. “I’m not leaving my car here. It’s a classic. Yours can be replaced. Mine can’t.”
“Fine.” She clenched her jaw, biting back what she thought he could do with his stupid car.
But then, with his narrow behind, it wouldn’t fit. Why were men always blessed with nice, firm butts?
As they walked to his car, Shiloh couldn’t keep her eyes off his cute rear end, though it was hard to see in the baggy pants he wore. Damn it !
He turned just in time to catch her staring, and her face rushed with heat.
He smirked. “Do you mind? I could feel your eyes burning a hole in my ass. I expect you to keep our relationship strictly professional from now on.”
Shiloh’s jaw dropped at his curt tone. How could he say such a thing after their encounter in the ice cream parlor? The man had some nerve.
“Fine,” was all she could muster as she stormed past him.
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “This is me.” He pointed to an old, light-blue Mustang convertible.
She saw red. “That’s not the car you had when you drove me home from Ryan’s.”
“That was a loaner. I was having my car detailed.” He stretched his arms wide, clearly proud of the old piece of junk he called a classic. “What do you think?”
Shiloh wondered where his surfboard and wetsuit were.
“You don’t expect me to ride in that heap? My hair will be a disaster. I am not, I repeat, not, getting in that car.”
Ten minutes later, Shiloh slumped down in the passenger side, holding her head with her hands. Strands of loose hair blew around her and she fought to keep it plastered in place.
Nicholas sat behind the wheel, whistling a little tune, one she couldn’t quite place, but knew he hummed out of sheer enjoyment over her misery.
He glanced at her. “Okay, where are we going? Back to the igloo?”
Shiloh swung around and glared. “I’m your superior officer, Trent. So
Nick laughed. He could see it now. Shiloh lying in her cold bed as he got busy with someone else on her living room floor.
He shook his head. He couldn’t do that, not when he was on the job, but the thought made him feel better.
Nick drove back to DNS with delicious images of Shiloh’s face watching him roll around on her floor with Mia in his arms.
Suddenly the image faded and another took its place. Damn woman . She’d literally ruined the picture for him. He couldn’t think about making love to another woman without Shiloh’s misty-green eyes beckoning him back to her.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He refused to dwell on it. The whole thing was too confusing.
Could it be—?
No. No way. Don’t even think about that .
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shiloh rode the elevator down to the main floor, nervous as heck about having to spend the next ten or so hours alone with Nicholas.
When the doors opened, her stomach took a nosedive. Nicholas stood by the front door, talking to Marie from accounting. His intense blue eyes sparkled with amusement.
Was he flirting with Marie? Maybe he was trying to talk her into a sexual liaison in a public restroom.
Pfff !
She shook her head and refused to be affected by anything he did. Instead, she stared with distaste at his choice of attire. He wore another Hawaiian shirt, light blue with big white flowers, and a pair of baggy jeans. Those ugly flip-flops were on his feet again. The sunglasses tucked into his collar were blue to match his shirt. She cringed. He looked as if he’d just stepped off a plane from the Islands. How could she take him to see her father looking like that?
She cleared her throat and walked toward him.
He turned and his smiling eyes instantly sobered.
“Are you ready?” Shiloh heard her own harsh tone, and inwardly scolded herself. She could just imagine what the little blonde was thinking. What a bitch .
“I’m ready, but we’re taking my car.”
“What about—?”
His expression hardened. “I’m not leaving my car here. It’s a classic. Yours can be replaced. Mine can’t.”
“Fine.” She clenched her jaw, biting back what she thought he could do with his stupid car.
But then, with his narrow behind, it wouldn’t fit. Why were men always blessed with nice, firm butts?
As they walked to his car, Shiloh couldn’t keep her eyes off his cute rear end, though it was hard to see in the baggy pants he wore. Damn it !
He turned just in time to catch her staring, and her face rushed with heat.
He smirked. “Do you mind? I could feel your eyes burning a hole in my ass. I expect you to keep our relationship strictly professional from now on.”
Shiloh’s jaw dropped at his curt tone. How could he say such a thing after their encounter in the ice cream parlor? The man had some nerve.
“Fine,” was all she could muster as she stormed past him.
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “This is me.” He pointed to an old, light-blue Mustang convertible.
She saw red. “That’s not the car you had when you drove me home from Ryan’s.”
“That was a loaner. I was having my car detailed.” He stretched his arms wide, clearly proud of the old piece of junk he called a classic. “What do you think?”
Shiloh wondered where his surfboard and wetsuit were.
“You don’t expect me to ride in that heap? My hair will be a disaster. I am not, I repeat, not, getting in that car.”
Ten minutes later, Shiloh slumped down in the passenger side, holding her head with her hands. Strands of loose hair blew around her and she fought to keep it plastered in place.
Nicholas sat behind the wheel, whistling a little tune, one she couldn’t quite place, but knew he hummed out of sheer enjoyment over her misery.
He glanced at her. “Okay, where are we going? Back to the igloo?”
Shiloh swung around and glared. “I’m your superior officer, Trent. So
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