I gave myself a mental shake.Get it together, Taylor. “I’m, uh, not sure how well it turned out. The color’s not exactly right.”
Walker squeezed my hand. “It’s not about how it looks, it’s about how it tastes.”
“All right…” I wasn’t overly optimistic about the taste either. I’d already set the table, so while I dished up bowls of pasta, Walker poured us both drinks. My stomach churned as we both sat.
I watched with no small amount of anxiety as Walker took a bite of the pasta. His eyes widened a bit, and then he let out some sort ofmmmsound. “This is good, Taylor. Really.”
He almostneverused my actual name. I eyed him skeptically and took my own bite. It stayed in my mouth for a total of two seconds. Just long enough for me to taste a combination of salt, charred tomato, and something that was way too spicy for a pasta sauce. I spit it back out into my bowl, coughing and spluttering. I frantically chugged my water, trying desperately to rid my mouth of the horrible taste. “I can’t believe you swallowed that. Or were able to say it was good with a straight face!”
That was all it took for Walker to burst out laughing. “I’m sorry. I really wanted to like it. I want to be supportive.”
“No one would like that!” I shrieked. Walker only laughed harder. “It’s not funny. I’ve probably poisoned us both. We’ve only got hours to live.”
“Oh, quit your dramatics and come here.” Walker reached out a hand for me to come to him, but I just shook my head like a two-year-old. “Come on.”
I huffed but rose from my chair. As soon as I was within arm’s reach, Walker tugged me into his lap. He brushed his lips against mine, and I scrunched up my nose. “What?” he asked.
“We both need to brush our teeth or use some mouthwash or something. I can’t kiss you when you taste like that awful spaghetti.”
He chuckled and squeezed my waist. “Okay. We’re going to use some mouthwash, and then I’ll take you out to dinner. How about that?”
I stared down at my lap. “I really wanted to do something nice for you.” The words were almost a whisper. My heart ached at how painful and unfamiliar it felt to be vulnerable with someone like this. It had been so long.
Walker placed a finger under my chin, lifting it up and forcing me to meet his eyes. “You did. You tried something new, something you’ve been wanting to learn, and you let me in on the process. So it doesn’t taste like a gourmet meal. You gave me the gift of letting me into your world, which is everything I’ve been asking for. The only thing that would be a disappointment to me is if you shut me out or gave up trying. You’re not going to do that, are you?”
I pressed my lips together because I had the urge to do both of those things. Walker squeezed my side again. “Promise me now that at least once a month you will try a new cooking experiment, and that you’ll let me be here when you do. We’ll taste-test it, and if it works, great. If it doesn’t, I’ll take you out to dinner.”
My cheeks heated at his sweet thoughtfulness. “Okay,” I whispered, suddenly shy.
“Good. Now, let’s go get some burgers or something.”
I climbed off Walker’s lap and pulled him to his feet. “Anything, as long as it’s not spaghetti.”
31
Walker
My office chair squeaked as I leaned back, typing out a text.
Me:Dinner tonight at my place? I’ll swing by and pick you up on my way home.
Within seconds, three little dots appeared.
Taylor:As long as you’re not going to force me to assist with the cooking.
I chuckled to myself. In the weeks that had passed, Taylor and I had fallen into a routine of sorts. Typically, it involved me cooking, and Taylor doing everything she could to avoid the oven or stove.
Me:The only thing you need to do is pour the drinks, Short-stack.
Taylor:Sounds like a fair trade. I might even reward you for a meal well done…
My pants suddenly felt a little bit tighter. I shifted in my seat. My need for Taylor was insatiable. I’d fucked her in the shower mere hours ago, yet here I was, dying to have her again.
I scrubbed a hand across my stubbled jaw. We’d kept our word to each other and not spoken about where this thing was headed, but Taylor hadn’t mentioned plans to return to LA at the end of her lease. I had every intention of making it as difficult as possible for her to leave, and as easy as saying the wordyesto stay.
I shook my head and returned my focus to the papers in front of me. A final report from the medical examiner’s office on our two murder victims. It gave me nothing I didn’t already know. I’d been holding out hope that Carly might find some clue that would give me a direction to run in, but there was nothing.
The entire case was stone-cold. We’d combed through every piece of evidence at least twice, in some cases, three times. Tuck and his Forest Service team had searched the woods for places a demented killer might be hiding, but they’d had no luck. The chief was getting antsy, and the town was freaked. I totally understood. I was frustrated as hell.
