Chicago Heat(4)

By: Jordyn Tracey


“My nephew.” He rested a palm on the boy’s head with affection. “We’re on our way to a dentist appointment, and Kevin reminded me he needs a book for a project that’s due in a couple of weeks. I think it’s a delay tactic, but no choice.” He shrugged.

All of a sudden, Fawn saw him in a different light. He gave off the good father vibe while still looking tough enough to take down a bad guy. John was every woman’s fantasy man, at least from what she could see. With much self-control, she resisted sighing like a happy kitten. What John Harris of the Chicago Police Department was had nothing to do with her.

She clicked a few keys on the computer to search out where the nonfiction books on dinosaurs were although she had a good idea, and then moved around the counter to direct them. As she walked ahead of John and his nephew, she told herself it was not that she was attracted to him that she didn’t stay where she was and tell them the aisle they were looking for.

“Here they are,” she announced and pointed out a good row and a half on the shelf for Kevin to peruse. While she waited a second to see if Kevin was satisfied, John moved up behind her. He was so close she felt the heat of his body through her blouse. The muscles in her back tightened, and goose bumps broke out on her arms. She pretended he had no affect on her whatsoever.

“So, this is how you dress at work. Still nice. I am surprised you haven’t been called in to the boss’ office by how tight that skirt is.”

She frowned and looked over her shoulder at him. He was closer than she thought. Their lips were within inches of each other, and seeing it she parted hers without thinking. His deep blue gaze dropped to her mouth. The desire she glimpsed made her quiver with need.

“Uncle John, I think these would be good.” Kevin broke the spell.

Fawn cleared her throat and stepped away from John. “That’s good. My coworker can check you out at the front.”

The boy glanced between John and herself, and then turned back to him. “Can I get something fun to read too?”

“Sure, buddy. Go ahead.” John ruffled his hair, and Kevin ran off.

Fawn and John stood there in silence for a few minutes. She decided to make herself busy by straightening the shelf that Kevin had left askew. “You’re a good uncle and brother, taking your nephew to his doctor appointments for your brother or sister.”

He didn’t respond, and she glanced over at him. He studied her face with an unreadable expression on his.

“What?” she asked.

He shrugged. “His being here raises my worth in your eyes.”

She put her hands on her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’m looking for husband material?” Eying him up and down, she stepped closer. “Let me tell you something, Mr. High-and-Mighty, you’re not all that, and I wouldn’t go out with you if you were the last man on earth.”

Amusement made his eyes twinkle. She wanted to slap him but didn’t. “I was kidding. You have a short fuse, don’t you?” Rather than let her answer, he continued. “I’m raising Kevin, actually. His father—my brother—was also a policeman. He was killed two years ago in a routine roadside check. Having no other family and no idea where his mother is, I took him.”

She put a hand up to her lips. “I’m so sorry. How horrible, especially for him being so young.”

He nodded. “Thanks. Threw me for a loop having an eight year old to raise, a confirmed bachelor like myself. I’d seen my brother’s horrible marriage and wanted no parts of it. So, even though Kevin has changed my life a lot, having him has not changed that view.”

“The view that all women are dogs?”

His expression said he agreed. She rolled her eyes and walked past him. He caught her arm and ran his fingers down her skin, a gentle touch that made her shiver. When his tips reached her palm, she knew he better stop soon or she would need a clean pair of panties.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t date,” he added.

Fawn scanned the area to be sure no one she worked with was watching them. She turned and strolled back between the high shelves of books. “So what are you saying, detective? You want to go out with me?”