Chapter Eleven
I’d barely let myself in and locked the door behind me when I heard a knock. Although I wasn’t expecting him, I knew right away who it must be.
“Lurking again?” I asked as I let Martin in, then locked up once more.
He didn’t crack a smile. “We prefer to call it ‘surveilling.’”
“Whatever.” I did grin, just a little, but hid it by looking down to unbutton my coat and remove my scarf. And if I smiled more because I was glad to see him than because of his maybe-quip, well, who could blame me? Around him, I didn’t feel as if I had to hide anything. “Just couldn’t stay away, huh?”
“No,” he answered, watching me steadily “Also, I felt it would be safer if I were here.”
I hesitated. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? For all the attraction I felt toward him, I didn’t
