Part 15 (1/2)
Sometimes it was a pain to be friends with a cop. ”It wasn't really a planned decision. I was tired after working out, so I lay down and dozed off.”
”On the floor of the training room.”
Since her mouth was full of coffee, she just gave an affirmative shrug.
”How long did you work out?”
Seriously, he was a bulldog. ”I don't know. A while.”
”A while.” He'd talked about the sheriff's confession-winning stare, but his wasn't too shabby. ”Did you fall asleep or did you pa.s.s out?”
”Does it matter?” She couldn't hold his gaze. Instead, she focused on tracing the rim of her mug. ”Did you want some coffee?”
”Yes, it matters.” He ignored her other question. ”What happened? Was it hearing about the Gray case?” His arms uncrossed so he could scrub his hands over his face. ”I knew I shouldn't have gotten you involved.”
”No!” she yelped, panicked at the thought of her new friends disappearing as quickly as they'd entered her life. ”It's not that. I like hearing about the case. I just had a nightmare. It was probably from eating too many brownies.”
”Brownies.” His tone was skeptical, but he let it go as he connected the brownies-to-eggs-to-father dots. ”Your dad's here?”
She shook her head, glad to be focusing on something other than the possibility of getting kicked out of the Nancy Drew club. It wasn't Chris's decision, but she didn't know the women well enough to determine if they'd stay away if he asked. ”He stopped by with groceries and demon dolls, but he left right away for a new job.”
”A new job? He didn't even stay one night?” The muscle on the side of his jaw was doing a weird twitchy thing. ”Wait. Demon dolls?”
”Yes. I guess it's a huge new house going up outside of Parker. And wait until you see these creepy things.” She hurried over to where the box was still sitting on the counter. She'd brought the kids' books into the study but left the dolls, since the kitchen was the room farthest from her bedroom.
”Daisy. We're not done talking about... What the h.e.l.l?”
”h.e.l.l.” Daisy moved the box closer to Chris so he could get the full creepy impact. ”Exactly. Because that is where they are from and where they want to drag us all.”
”Your dad brought those?” He glanced at her in disbelief and then returned his focus to the dolls, as if he couldn't stop himself. ”Why?”
”He found them at the junk store in Connor Springs.” Feeling she'd tortured Chris enough-even as high-handed and bossy as he was currently being-she returned the box to its place on the counter and closed the flaps before reaching for her coffee again. ”He said they looked old, so he thought I could sell them online.”
”Someone would buy those?”
She shrugged and gave him a small grin. ”My dad did.”
His snort was more than half a laugh, and he moved to the coffeemaker, so Daisy a.s.sumed lecture time was over. ”They look like something we'd find in a serial killer's house.”
”Exactly.” She eyed him over the top of her mug. ”And it was the dolls that made him do it.”
That time, Chris really did laugh. ”No wonder you had nightmares last night.” The reminder sobered him. ”Was it the usual?”
”Yeah.” Her hands were suddenly shaky, and she put her mug on the counter so the hot coffee didn't slosh over the sides onto her fingers. ”Mom. You weren't there, though.”
His head whipped around so he could stare at her, his expression stricken. ”I'm usually in your nightmares?”
He looked so upset at the thought that she hurried to rea.s.sure him. ”No. It just normally follows what really happened.” Her hands were sweating now, as well as trembling, so she rubbed them on her pajama-slash-workout pants. ”Last night, after Mom...fell, he looked at me. The gun...the gun was...” Her throat closed, not permitting her to speak, barely allowing her to breathe. Even though her palms were dry, she kept rubbing them up and down her thighs.
”Hey.” Chris was suddenly right in front of her, holding her wrists and keeping her hands still. ”I was there. I shot him before he could even think about doing anything to you, okay? I just wish...”
”I know.” Leaning forward, she let her forehead rest against his chest. ”I wish that, too.”
His thumbs stroked the inside of her wrists as they just stood silently for a while. Daisy basked in the rare contact of his skin against hers. She was tempted-so tempted-to raise her head, to bring her lips to his. The only thing that allowed her to resist was the memory of his appalled reaction the last time she'd attempted to kiss him. If she tried again, would he stop visiting her altogether? The thought was so terrifying, she felt the p.r.i.c.kle of anxious sweat.
”Next time you have that nightmare-any nightmare,” he said quietly, ”don't work out until you're unconscious. Just call me, okay?”
With her forehead still pressed to the front of his s.h.i.+rt, not wanting to give up the contact, as little as it was, she said, ”You do enough for me, Chris. I'm not waking you up at two in the morning because I'm scared of a bad dream.”
”Yes, you are. And half the time, I'm awake at two a.m.”
”Because you're working.” She lifted her head so she could give him a stern look. ”I'd probably call you in the middle of some sort of sting operation, and the ring of your phone would give you away, so the bad guys would scatter before you could bust them.”
He stared at her and then started laughing. His hands slipped away from her wrists as he retreated to the coffeemaker, and Daisy swallowed hard with disappointment.
”You do realize I work for the Field County Sheriff's Department, right? At two this morning, I was helping Ian Walsh and some other guys from Fire drag a bull elk off the road after a semi hit it. After that, I directed traffic for a while so some dumba.s.s who was moving and didn't secure his things in the back of his truck could pick up the remains of his possessions. He'd been losing chairs and boxes and even a mattress for several miles before he realized he was leaving a trail. Let's see...then I had a quiet half hour to write reports, which ended when I was sent on a domestic call.”
His monolog had allowed her to push the memories of her nightmare and the triggering event to the back of her mind where it belonged. Since her hands were steady again, she retrieved her coffee and leaned against the counter to enjoy Chris's story.
”Everyone okay on the domestic?”
He snorted. ”They were uninjured, but I don't know if you could call them 'okay.' For some reason, whenever those two start fighting, they take it to their front yard. The neighbors don't appreciate the screaming, so they call us. The only actual violence was when the woman threw their daughter's doll against the garage door. It knocked off the head completely.”
”Poor kid. Do you think she'd like a replacement...or two?” Her gaze flicked over to the box.
Chris gave her a chastising frown. ”Why would you want to traumatize an innocent child like that? Besides, I managed a pretty good repair job after we got the parents to stop yelling at each other.”
”That was nice of you.” The mental image of Chris, the doll doctor, made her smile. She hid it behind her mug.
He shrugged, focusing on his coffee. ”Didn't want the kid to find her doll decapitated. That'd require a lot of future therapy.”
”True. Busy night.”
”I'd rather have that than a slow s.h.i.+ft. Lots of action makes the time go by faster, and it keeps me awake. I did have a minute to read the transcripts of the interviews with Ellie's dad. Looks like he wouldn't say a word, either time. If he knows who Gray's murderer is, he's not telling.”
Her legs were still tired from her workout, so she placed her coffee mug down and attempted to boost herself up to sit on the counter. Unfortunately, her arms had suffered as much as her lower half, so they refused to support her weight. Daisy's feet returned to the floor with an ungraceful thump.
Without even trying to hide his amus.e.m.e.nt, Chris put his coffee aside and moved toward her. Not sure what he was planning, Daisy eyed his approach warily. He grabbed either side of her waist and lifted her, making her squawk in surprise, and then deposited her onto the counter. The unexpected a.s.sistance made her wobble, and he waited in front of her, his hands still at her waist, until she steadied.
”Good?” he asked, retreating a step, although he kept his arms extended as if to catch her if she fell.
”Uh...yes?”
Chris returned to his corner and his coffee, leaving her feeling off balance in a couple of ways. That was twice in five minutes that he'd voluntarily touched her, and any Chris contact, no matter how fleeting, had the power to destroy her equilibrium.
”So...” It took her a second to pick up the conversation where they'd left off. ”Did you get a chance to look into the arsons?”
That made him scowl at his mug. ”No. For some reason, the arson reports aren't filed with the rest. I couldn't find the call notes in the computer system, either. I'm going to have to stop by during nonvampire hours and talk to Stacy in Records to see if she knows where they're stored.”