Passion's Price

She walked over to Mike and gave his shoulder a soft caress. “Did that make you feel cherished?”

His eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared. “Unless you want to spend the night on this sofa with me, get up those stairs.”

She cocked her head to the side and exhaled deeply. “Nobody orders me around, Mike. I’ll go up the stairs when I get ready.”

“If you’re trying to see what I’m made of, you’re moving in the right direction. I want to make love to you, and if you don’t get up those stairs now, I will.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“I know the music that makes you dance, and I’m skilled at playing it.” He walked toward her, but she stepped backward until her back touched the arm of the sofa. The next minute she was lying on her back, and he was standing over her. “What will it be, Darlene? This isn’t a time for teasing.”

She raised her right hand to him. “Please help me up. I want to kiss you good-night, but I’m scared to.”

He helped her up and wrapped her in his arms, but before she could return the caress, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips and released her. “Sleep well, baby. By the way, I forgot to give you this travel-size toiletry pack. I bought it at the supermarket.”

Her arms went around him. “You’re so sweet. It’s just what I needed. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, his voice rough and shaky. “Now, go on upstairs.”

She parted her lips over his and took his tongue into her mouth. “Night.” She ran up the stairs. He didn’t know it, but, as mad as he made her sometimes, she didn’t see herself ever forgetting about him.

Mike opened the sofa bed and smiled. He had expected to have a miserable night’s sleep on a sofa with his feet hanging off it, but the large mattress guaranteed comfort. He took a shower and headed back downstairs as quickly as possible, carefully avoiding the room in which Darlene slept. For whatever reason the woman was temptation personified. But not even the thoughts of her soft and willing body tight in his arms was going to make him violate his official oath—to serve and protect. Bad enough that he’d kissed her while on duty, but he was not going further than that.

He checked the front and back doors, turned off the lights and slipped between the sheets, irritated that for modesty’s sake, and in the event of an emergency, he had to sleep in pajama bottoms. He loved the feel of his naked flesh against cool, clean sheets. He closed his eyes and told himself to sleep—a routine that usually guaranteed he’d doze off quickly. But instead of sleeping, he spent the next two hours tossing and turning, half-awake. Exhausted, he sat up and turned on a light. He knew the symptoms had to do with Darlene and his sexual frustration. What had caused him to think such a thing? After drinking a glass of warm milk, he got back in bed and was soon asleep.

He awakened, groggy and tired. “Wake up, Mike. I brought you a cup of coffee,” Boyd said. “It’s not as good as yours, but it will wake you up.”

“Thanks, Boyd. What time is it?”

“Seven-thirty, and I just heard Darlene upstairs, so you’d better get dressed.”

He sipped the coffee. “You’re improving. This is good.” He got up, dressed, made the bed, closed the sofa bed and drank the remainder of the coffee. What had Boyd Farmer been like before his life was turned upside down by the witness protection program? The question had begun to bother him. Boyd was no different than any other person minding their own business only to have their life turned upside down after witnessing a murder. After washing up, Mike walked into the kitchen, where Boyd stood peeling a pineapple.

“Mind if I ask you a question or two, Boyd?”

“Nope. I may not answer, though,” he replied, continuing to cut the fruit.

“Who are your close relatives—for example, people you would want to be contacted if you got sick?”

Boyd stopped peeling the pineapple and looked directly at Mike. “I have two nieces, a nephew and a cousin, and I don’t want any of those vultures near me.”

Mike’s mouth dropped. “What? But—”

“Surprised you, didn’t I?”

“Absolutely. You mean if you died, you wouldn’t want your relatives to know?”

“Right. They wouldn’t care. Do you know how to make pancakes?”

“Yeah. I take ’em out of the box and pop ’em in a toaster.”

He hadn’t heard Boyd laugh before, and the sound of it surprised him. “I was hoping for some homemade.”

“I wondered where you two were. Good morning,” Darlene said.

“Good morning,” Mike responded. “Did you sleep well?”

“You bet I did. That bed is pure luxury. How’d you sleep down here?”

I fought the sheets half the night trying to deal with my passion for you, he said to himself. “Fine,” he said, and made himself grin.

“Have you ever made pancakes, Darlene?” Boyd asked. “I’d love to have some.”

Darlene rolled up the sleeves of her blouse. “Give me flour, baking powder, eggs, milk, salt, butter and fifteen minutes.”

Mike stared at her. “I wouldn’t have thought you could boil water.”

“I’ve been known to burn it,” she shot back. “Boyd, do you have any maple syrup?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll fry some bacon.”

Darlene looked at Mike, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Think you can set the table, Detective Raines?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Half an hour later, the three of them sat down to a breakfast of fresh pineapple, pancakes and bacon. “These pancakes are delicious,” Mike said.

“Oh, yes. They’re real good,” Boyd said. “I hate not going out, but having company for breakfast and dinner is better than going out by myself.”

Mike glanced at Boyd in time to see Darlene stroke his arm in a gesture of comfort. He could use some of that himself.

A loud crash interrupted this thoughts. He pushed away from the table. “Get under the table, both of you,” he said. He grabbed his revolver and ran to the hallway that led to the rear of the house. The sound came from the direction of the back of the house. The shattered windowpane told him that he’d guessed right. He unlocked the door and stepped outside just as a man attempted to scale the high fence and escape.

“Drop or I’ll shoot! I said drop!” The man fell to the ground. “And don’t move an inch.”

“My leg hurts.”

“Too bad. Get up, face that wall and don’t turn around unless you want a bullet.” He dialed the detective’s squad room. “This is Raines. I caught a guy scaling the wall after he tried to break in the back door at Boyd’s place.” He dialed Boyd’s number.

“Hello.”

“Boyd, this is Mike. I’m holding a guy out back here. If two policemen come to the door, let them in and show them the way to the back of the house.”

“Okay, but you be careful.”

“I’ve got it covered, Boyd.”

Within ten minutes, Cody Johnson and another officer arrived. “Good work, Mike,” Cody said. “We’ll take him off your hands.”

“But I have to file my report, so—”

“You’ve been up all night, man. It can wait until tomorrow. Breaking and entering will get him a nice rest, so one extra day won’t matter,” Cody said. “By the way, please give my regards to Miss Hellraiser.”

Although he winced at the dig about Darlene, Mike forced a grin. “I’ll do that. Thanks, buddy.”

Darlene held Boyd’s hand. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Whatever it is, I know Mike can take care of it.”

“You’re right,” Boyd said. “Ever since I met him, I wished I’d had a son like him.” He cleared his throat. “Darlene, I think I ought to tell you something. You’ve been so nice to me that I feel badly for not having been straight with you. I haven’t been straight with Mike, either.”

“What is it?” she asked cautiously.

“I’m under house arrest until I testify in a big case. That’s why I appreciate Detective Raines,” he said. “But after I testify I’m on my own or it’s the witness protection program.”

“What will you do?”

“I don’t know. I think that’s what’s behind these attempted break-ins. Pretty soon, Mike’s going to release you, but I want you to stay in touch and come visit me. I never married, so I don’t have any children. You’ll always be welcome here.” He was quiet for a moment. “You and Mike, work things out. He’s a good man, and you won’t find one like him every day. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, I hear you, and I’m sure that you’re going to be all right. Thank you for everything, Boyd.”

“Something serious seems to be developing between you two. Don’t ignore it.”

They both walked to the front of the house. Darlene followed Boyd to the front door. “Detective Johnson, what’s happened? Is Mike…Detective Raines all right?”

“You bet. We came to arrest the intruder.”

She let out a long sigh. “Thank God.” Cody regarded her suspiciously, wondering if anything was going on between his partner and her. Even so, it could have been that she was relieved nothing serious had happened to Mike.

“Come with me,” Boyd said. At that, Cody’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked around as if assuring himself that he was in the right place. Boyd was not behaving like a man who was under house arrest.

Darlene followed them down the hall to the door that led to the rock garden, stepped outside and satisfied herself that Mike was indeed safe. Later, after Cody and his partner left with the assailant, Mike sat down with Darlene and Boyd.

“The officers at the station will be arraigning the suspect, Darlene, and if they can detain him, you’ll be free to leave. Until then, I’m still on duty here. However, if you or Boyd would like to get some fresh air in the garden back here, I’ll be glad to go with you. I think he’s the guy I’ve seen driving past here, but I want to wait for the police report.”

“Let’s order some lunch,” Boyd said. “By the time it gets here, I’ll be hungry.” Once it was delivered, the three of them sat on benches in the rock garden enjoying the fountains and the birds that came to use the birdbath. After a while, Boyd decided to go into the house to get some bird feed.

“I guess this the end for us, Darlene. I was hoping that somehow you’d stay a little longer. I want a chance to know you and to show you who I am. Though since I’ve met you, I’m no longer certain that I know myself.”

She stroked the back of his hand. “I guess the biggest surprise has been my reaction to you, Mike.”

He took both of her hands. “Don’t you want to get to know me?”

“Yes, but you scare me, because I don’t know what you’ll do.”

“If you’re talking about the Mike who kissed you last night, trust me, the better you get to know him, the happier you’ll be…that is, if I’m the guy who teaches you.”

“But what about the distance between Maryland and Memphis?”

“If the planes don’t fly, I can always drive. If you tell me I can see you, believe me, I’ll be there.”

“Why, Mike? We hardly know each other.”

“Darlene, this is something you should know about a man and a woman—it only takes a moment. For me, that moment was when I opened that door as you were about to leave.” He stared hard at her.

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