guy’s arms this week, it should have been in the city of light, not in my grandfather’s kitchen.”
He made a mental note of the hot, wondering if she even realized she’d just revealed a little more about her thoughts of last night.
Casting him an arch look, she added, “By the way, it could have been any guy’s arms.”
“Hot.”
“What?”
“You said any hot guy’s arms.”
“It’s like I’m riding with a digital voice recorder.”
“Like I said. Good memory.”
“The point is, I was just speaking in general terms about how a run-down old kitchen can’t compare to the most romantic city in the world. That’s all. ”
He wasn’t buying it. “Didn’t sound that way.”
“Would you stop interrogating me?”
There was fire in her eyes now, and color in her cheeks. Indignation wafted from her, and he congratulated himself on getting her mind off her troubles. Let her be annoyed at him, and engage in a little verbal sparring. At least it would be a few minutes less she spent worrying about her obviously deeply loved grandfather.
“Why were you going to France?”
“Did you miss the part about not interrogating me?”
“It’s just a simple question.”
“One that’s really none of your business.”
“So, not for work, then.”
She just huffed.
He speculated aloud. “If there was a possibility you’d end up in some random guy’s arms, you obviously weren’t meeting up with a boyfriend.”
“Did you also miss the part where I said it was about kitchen vs. Paris and not about a stupid man?”
“Your boyfriend’s stupid?”
“Argh!”
Defense attorneys hadn’t called him the Honey Badger of Hollywood for no reason. Oliver had been born with a persistent gene. “Was that an answer?”
“I don’t have a stupid boyfriend.”
“Well he can’t be very smart if he lets you come alone up to Sonoma to be stalked by a potential ax-murdering maniac in your grandfather’s kitchen.”
“There’s no boyfriend, okay? Stupid or otherwise!”
He’d known that’s what she was saying but was glad for the confirmation, anyway. He couldn’t say why that certainty sent a hint of relief gushing through his veins, but it did. “Well, that’s good. I’m afraid I’d lose a little respect for you if you liked stupid guys.”
“Right now, they’re sounding very appealing,” she mumbled.
“Low standards, huh?”
“No, I just wouldn’t have to be couching every word I say so it couldn’t be used against me in a court of law.”
That was striking a little close to home. “Because a stupid guy would understand you better?”
“No, because I wouldn’t give a damn if he didn’t!”
“You calling me smart, and saying you give a damn?” He wondered if she could see his half smirk. “Gee, hot and smart in one conversation. Better watch it, Miss Reid, or you’ll make my head swell.”
“Shut up, all right? Just. Stop. Talking.”
He finally started to laugh. The sound felt a little rusty; he didn’t make it very often anymore. And after a few seconds, she slowly joined in.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Maybe.”
“Women must threaten your life on a regular basis.”
“I guess.”
They were silent for a moment, then she sighed softly and said, “Thank you.”
She didn’t have to elaborate. He knew what she meant. So he merely replied, “You’re welcome.”
A few minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Seeing it ratcheted up her tension again, and she was yanking the handle and hopping out of the truck the second he parked. He caught up with her at the hospital entrance and escorted her to Buddy’s room.
After a soft knock, they entered to find the old man dozing. He was still hooked up to machines and a morphine drip and probably looked pretty bad to his granddaughter. But compared to how he’d looked after he’d fallen yesterday, this was quite an improvement. Oliver wasn’t sure he’d ever get over the terror he’d felt when he’d heard