She loved the children in her neighborhood. She even loved the homeless who visited the kitchen where she volunteered. He'd heard it in her tone, seen it in her eyes. God, she was killing him.
He had to stay objective, and that meant getting back to business. He finished dragging a comb through his damp hair and left the bathroom.
Bonnie hadn't moved a single inch. And if he hadn't already had a little taste of her, he'd believe her prissy pose, with her knees pressed tightly together, and her slim hands folded in her lap. Ha! What a facade. He dragged his eyes away from her wary gaze and began stuffing her thermos and empty dishes back into the basket.
"You ready to go?" he asked without staring at her.
"Ah...go where?"
He flicked an impatient glance her way. "Back to your place. We could talk about where exactly you want to go. And maybe tonight, we could go to the bar."
"The bar?...I thought you said you didn't want me to go back there"
