On the Run ch. 20

Her sweet, soft lips fell back onto his.  There was a neediness, a desire there that was unmistakable.  He returned the kiss, trying to speak to her heart with his lips and his tongue in a way words just couldn’t adequately express.

He took his time with the kiss, wandering down her jaw bone, to the back of her ear and down her neck.  With her standing on the step, it was a different effect, their heights being even, and it was even more intoxicating than the first kiss.

He didn’t want to scare her off and slowed things down.  He invited her to his place for dinner, and she reluctantly accepted.  He asked her to wait upstairs while he called Boss back.

Boss picked up after just one ring.  “Cody.  Thanks for calling.  I just got word from my buddy at the police station that your new friend has one helluva history.”

This caught his attention.  “Go on.”

“They entered her information into the system, and her name came up as false.  Her real name is not Ann Conway.”

Sonofabitch.  “That makes no sense.”

“I agree and am digging into a bit deeper.  Until I find some answers, be careful.  I don’t know what she’s up to.”

Neither did he.  “Thanks, Boss” he said as he ended the conversation.  She seemed so sincere, but she was definitely running from something. He had all of dinner to find out, and he couldn’t wait to head up and haul her back into his arms.

He thought to himself as he bound up the stairs that maybe instead of running from something such as the law, as Boss suspected, maybe she was running from someone.

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