Week 209 – Eat!

“I’m not sure I can think of anything else,” Becca said, rubbing at her temples where another headache was starting to pound. They’d spent all day going through every single thing she could remember about her cousin, and anyplace she could think of that her brother might go if he had to disappear.

Now she was exhausted.

Her head hurt, her wrist hurt, she could barely summon enough energy to breathe let alone to think of anything else that might be helpful to Walt and Coop’s case.

Walt and Coop, yep, apparently she now thought of the two men trying to arrest her brother for multiple murders by their first names.

Mistake.

“Here.”

The gruff voice made her open her eyes and she saw a plate of spaghetti had been set on the table before her. They were back at her brother’s house where they’d been for most of the day but the idea of eating made her feel ill.

“I don’t think so,” Becca said, making a face at what was usually her favorite meal.

“You haven’t eaten at all today, its late, you need to have something,” Walt told her, standing beside her chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What time is it?”

“Nearly nine, don’t change the subject, I don’t know when you last ate yesterday but you haven’t eaten in at least twenty-four hours.”

“I’m not hungry,” she said.

“Doesn’t matter, your body needs fuel so you eat.”

“No.”

“Eat!”

The word exploded out of Walt’s mouth with a ferocity that would have startled her if she could think of anything other than how badly she wanted to kiss him.

It was crazy.

Stupid.

Definitely went against everything she usually stood for and yet the desire to kiss this grouchy, grump, gruff cop was unlike anything she had experienced.

Apparently he flew the same way because his large hands curled around her biceps, pulling her out of her chair and up against him.

“You better say something now if you don’t want this,” he growled.

Becca said nothing, because she did want this.

More than she should.

Walt scooped her up, his lips crashed down on hers as he carried her up the stairs and to the bedroom where he had found her last night.

Was it only last night?

How could she be kissing a man she’d known for such a short time like her life depended on it?

In the bedroom he laid her down with a surprising gentleness and then his body was stretched out over hers and he was kissing her again and touching her through her clothes.

It wasn’t enough.

She needed more. Needed him closer. Needed to feel his skin against hers.

Walt obviously felt the same way because his hands went to the waistband of her sweatpants, his lips never leaving hers.

As bad an idea as sleeping with this man was there was nothing in the world that was going to make her stop.

At least that was what she thought.

But then there was a loud crash and the lights went out. A second later they heard the sound of breaking glass.