“Good,” she said, her tone saying he’d successfully dodged her question. For now. And just to be sure he got the “for now” part, she added, “Then we agree you’ll tell me about her later.” She didn’t give him time to argue. “Onward to the reason I called. We’re grilling burgers out at the Hotzone. So we borrowed a few things from your fridge. Mustard, pickles. A few things we forgot.”
His place was a small trailer at the back of the facility, meant to be temporary and offering him zero in privacy. “My place is your place. Since you asked and all.”
She laughed. “I knew you’d see it that way. I’ll save you a burger. Or you could head back now and bring whomever she is with you.”
Caleb turned to find Shay scribbling an address on a piece of paper. “Tonight’s not good,” he replied.
Shay’s gaze snapped to his. “It’s okay. I’m fine. I can deal with this myself.”
He held her stare and said to Jennifer, “Don’t keep Bobby up too late. We have a sunrise jump.” Shay’s eyes went wide before she looked away, although he saw the pink flush of her cheeks first.
Caleb ended the call. “Her husband, Bobby, is one of my partners.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah. I guessed that.”
“There is no one else, Shay. Just you.”
Instantly, the air thickened with tension. “You didn’t have to tell me that.”
“And you?” he asked, muscles clenching in his back as he waited for the reply. The idea that she might be seeing someone else hit him with a punch. “Are you seeing anyone, Shay?”
Her lashes lowered, then lifted tentatively. “If I say yes?”
A rush of possessiveness filled him. “I’d say he must not be too compelling since you were in your parents’ pantry kissing me.”
She blinked and then laughed. “I believe your ego has expanded while you were off becoming some sort of super soldier, able to break into houses with a snap of your fingers.”
Caleb wasn’t laughing. He was thinking of the illogical dread he’d felt for that day when he might hear she was married. Relief would have been logical—if he didn’t really want her. But he did. He always had.
“Answer, Shay,” he ordered softly.
Shay turned serious. “No,” she said. “I’m not seeing anyone.” She firmed her lips. “Including you.”
Satisfaction filled him. They’d see about that before this night was over.
***
“THIS IS IT,” Shay said, pointing out a stucco-style house nestled in the expensive West Austin area, with lots of trees and hills surrounding it. “I don’t see a car, unless it’s in the garage, but it looks like there are lights on in the house.”
“Didn’t you say this guy is a schoolteacher?” Caleb asked, as he pulled into the driveway. “Because teachers don’t make this kind of dime.”
“He’s written some textbooks,” she said. “Maybe that pays well. We’ve never really talked about his financial position.” Which, now that she thought about it, he seemed to steer away from in their sessions.
“I doubt that,” Caleb said, and eyed the house. “Let’s go see good ol’ George.”
He reached for the truck door, and Shay grabbed his arm. “No. I should go alone. I don’t want him to feel I’ve betrayed his trust by letting someone else know that he’s a patient.”
“He’ll see me in the truck,” he said.
“And I’ll tell him you are a friend who knows nothing,” she said. “But if you hear me talk with him, that won’t play true. Seriously, Caleb. Talking about a case without a name is much different ethically than putting a face to the case. I need to do this alone.”
His jaw clenched visibly despite the darkness of the cab. “Don’t go inside.”
“All right,” she said and reached for her door.
Caleb shackled her arm. “I mean it, Shay. Don’t go in or I’ll come in after you. You never know what someone is capable of, especially someone already unstable.”
Shay should have been irritated, but she wasn’t. He’d done a lot for her tonight, and she liked feeling cared about. Still, she had to give him a hard time. “Are all soldiers this paranoid or is this a special quality you’ve honed all on your own?”
“I’m cautious,” he said. “But that’s not why I’m stopping you now.” He motioned to the window.
Shay frowned and followed his direction, gaping at what she saw. In the upstairs window, a couple had appeared, or rather the silhouette of a naked couple.
“He stood me up to have sex,” she gasped.
“Looks like,” Caleb responded. “In the man’s defense, though, you did say he’s been reclusive for the three years since his wife died. If this woman showed up and made him an offer while he was in that kind of deprived state, he was probably pretty powerless to say no.”
“Hold on a minute. ‘I need to make a phone call’ sounds pretty simple to me,” she said smartly.