She snuck a look at him. She’d been hoping that he would look different now that she’d had some sleep. That she might have exaggerated how gorgeous and sexy he was.
Surely after sleeping on the sofa for the night he should look at least tired, right? Maybe have some dark rings under his eyes or a tired slump to his shoulders.
But her prayers weren’t answered because if anything he looked even sexier. His five o’clock shadow had grown even more.
It really was unfair.
“Maya? Are you all right? Don’t we have to leave soon?”
“I . . . um . . . uh-huh.”
“Why don’t you go shower and I’ll let the dogs out. And the pig. What about the chickens?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, I see I have zombie Maya. Shower. Get ready. I’ll make coffee.”
“Uh-huh.”
She was never like this in the mornings. She usually bounced out of bed, ready for the day. So it was him.
It had to be him.
Matthieu placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her, which really didn’t help her brain function. But he gently nudged her toward the bedroom door.
What was she meant to be doing?
She stood in the bedroom and shook her head.
Work, brain!
Without him around to interfere with her brain function, she managed to think.
Shower!
“Shit. Shit. Got to go.”She poured some coffee into a travel mug. She’d showered and dressed. Matthieu had let all of the animals out, and organized their food. So now she was getting herself sorted. She turned, screaming as she saw a strange man standing there. He was enormous with shoulders that had to betwice as wide as she was. His dark hair was cut short and there was a wicked scar on his cheek. “Who are you? Matthieu!”
“What is it?” Matthieu ran into the room and stared around. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“This guy is what’s wrong! Oh my God, please tell me you can see him.”
“Of course I can see him. This is Captain. He’s part of our tech team at Callahan Security. He’s going to design and put in your system with some help from Brody.”
“Right.” She put her hand to her chest to try and still her racing heart. “Well, I didn’t know that there was anyone else here.” She glanced at Captain. Why was he just staring at her like that?
“Cap, you good?” Matthieu asked.
The other guy grunted. He didn’t look like a tech guy. He looked like the sort of guy that if you met him in a dark alley you’d pee yourself. Actually, she’d nearly peed herself meeting him in her kitchen, so she really didn’t need the dark alley.
“Good. Remember about the dog and pig in the spare room. And don’t let the chickens out. The small dog is protective of them and the one with googly eyes is kind of blind. Oh, and the hamster farts. And the cat . . . anything about the cat?” Matthieu turned to her.
She gaped at him. He’d just . . . he’d just rattled off information about her pets that her own family wouldn’t know. Well, maybe her sister.
But she’d only met Matthieu yesterday.
“Maya? Maya, you paying attention?” He turned to Captain. “She gets like this sometimes. Will you be here until three?”
Captain grunted.
