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Mae turned to him and held out her hands, fingers
dangling, and wagged them back and forth. “Detective, help me convince Chloe to
be a good roomie and give her pal a mani. You should have her give you one some
time. You won’t believe the job she does. Amazing. Totally amazing.”
    Chloe shook her head and made slicing motions near
her neck. Then she pantomimed hanging herself.
    “I’m sure she does. But I’m stealing her for the
evening. She’s supposed to buy me dinner with eight dollars.” Daisy Mae chortled
and smoothed her wig. He frowned. “What do you know that I don’t?”
    “Only that little miss fashion reject there is an
even worse cook than she is a dresser. Have fun with that.” She hugged Chloe
before sauntering to the elevator. “See you later, Cee-Cee. I expect details
when you get home.”
    “Um, yeah. Okay.” Chloe almost ran for the door.
    Greiff followed her outside into the heat, rubbed
his palms together, and tried to memorize the sensation of cupping her breast
and the way the tight curves of her ass filled his hands. With a woman like
Chloe around, taking a day off held appeal rather than empty silence and the
ghosts of his memories. The sight of her skipping down the steps kicked his
pulse rate higher. He hoped he’d get to enjoy the silk and heat of her skin
under his fingers and the erotic sounds she made when he kissed her again soon.

Chapter Six
    Chloe sucked in a deep breath as she exited the
building. While being engulfed in the gravity and charisma that surrounded her
roommate tended to overwhelm her, perhaps in this case it wasn’t such a bad
thing. She’d been ready to rip off Greiff’s pants and ride him right there in
the elevator.
    Girl with freaky-deaky powers she might be, but
she didn’t have sex with strangers. Hell, she didn’t kiss strangers. What was
it about Greiff that allowed him to sneak past her defenses and make a bee-line
for her danger zone? Actually, what was it about him that made her lead him
there? Laying all the blame at his feet was tempting, but unfair.
    The shopping cart remained where she’d left it.
Grasping the handle and turning it around to head back to Frank’s, the front
wheel clattered from side to side and she groaned. The weight of the groceries
had held it to the ground; now that the articles were removed the wheel was
free to bounce around and sent vibrations through the entire cart.
    Thank God she only had to walk a few blocks to
reach the store. Any longer and she’d abandon the cart in an alley and call it
a day.
    Greiff paced beside her, a tall, solid presence
she told her hormones to ignore. The task proved impossible to do. In the
ocean, Greiff would swim with whale sharks and the huge mammals would take
notice. He exuded energy in an undeniable aura. Now that she’d stepped inside
it, been covered in it, she felt it dancing over her skin like invisible
appendages.
    She cleared her throat and imagined what her
mother would say about her recent behavior. Nothing good. A lot of lecturing
about popsicles and milk and giving them away for free, followed by an extra
trip to church.
    “Your roommate is something else.” He scrubbed the
hair on the back of his head with one hand and then rubbed at his nose.
    “Yeah, she’s a big personality. Never a dull
moment with Daisy around.” The cart hit a bump in the sidewalk, and it jammed
the wheel into one position for three steps before the wheel released and
rattled louder than ever. “Thanks for saving me from manicure hell.”
    “It wasn’t exactly an act of charity,” he replied.
    She gave him a questioning look.
    He raised an eyebrow and smoothed an errant strand
of hair behind her ear. The brush of his finger caused a line of heat to skim
down her neck straight to her breasts. “You have to buy me dinner, remember?”
    The look on his face captivated her so; she
stubbed her toe on the sidewalk and stumbled.
    “Ouch! Biscuits! That hurts.” She hopped up and
down on one