Chapter 22
He had done it again, dropped her off at her door, although this time he had kissed her before she stepped out of his car wearing last night’s clothes, a T-shirt and blue jeans. Even though she had showered, she still felt grungy. Walker, being Walker, pulled away as soon as she’d opened the door, not slowly like a normal person but zipping into traffic as if he couldn’t get away fast enough. Some things, she supposed, would never change.
But then, it wasn’t as if she was surprised. She’d seen it with Walker. The moment he had been getting dressed, he was already thinking, distracted. She supposed his head was already tackling every case or whatever it was he needed to do today. The man could go from zero to six hundred in a few seconds flat. He was far from boring, average, a
