He motioned to the desk chair. “Would you like to sit down?”
“No, I’m on my way to work. I just stopped by to see if you’d lend me that picture you have of Wesley Boss-or Malcolm Turner or whoever he is-so I can make a copy of it. It’ll be a lot easier to find him if I can at least show people what he looks like.”
“The one you saw yesterday is still in the car, but I’ve got another one.” He crouched next to his briefcase-he’d opened it on the floor on the far side of the bed-and riffled through the contents, eventually withdrawing a manila envelope containing an eight-by-ten of Malcolm. He’d taken it from a second photo that’d had Emily in it, too, until he’d cropped her out.
Jane avoided any incidental contact as she accepted it. “Thank you.”
“No need to make a copy. I have a whole stack.”
“Perfect.”
“What about references?” he asked.
“References?” She’d obviously lost the thread of the conversation.
Following her line of sight, he realized she was looking at the condoms on the nightstand. Maybe she wanted to pretend last night had never happened, but she was as preoccupied with it as he was.
“On the rental application,” he clarified.
She jerked her eyes back to his face. “Oh, right. They were all bogus.”
“The landlord never bothered to check?”
“No. He was going negative trying to carry the mortgage every month so he was just grateful he had someone to move in and pay rent.”
As Sebastian sat on the bed, images of their time together paraded across his mind in greater detail. The softness of her skin. The way her mouth had yielded beneath his. The sounds she’d made. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her. He wished she’d let him redeem himself.
But he knew better than to try. She’d taken a giant step backward.
“That means we’re down to the link we have through Mary,” he said.
With a shrug, she perched on the edge of the office chair he’d offered her a moment earlier. “At this stage, it’s our best hope.”
But what if Malcolm had figured out that Mary was betraying him? That call to Constance signified something. “I think Malcolm’s concerned about me.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“He called an old friend last night, asking for me.”
“He knows your friends?”
“This one he does.”
“How?”
“She picked Colton up for me on occasion.”
“She?” Genuine confusion showed on Jane’s face, but it cleared a second later. “Oh! You were with her.”
“Yes.”
Her voice dropped. “Is that still the case?”
“No.”
“You’re sure? Because I assumed…” She cleared her throat. “You’re not wearing a ring.”
“I’m not married, Jane. She’s my ex-girlfriend.” Did it matter that they’d broken up only a few minutes ago?
She spoke through a crash of thunder, but he could hear the relief in her voice. “What did he say to her?”
“He asked about me. He’s poking around to see what I’m doing.”
Jane held her purse primly in her lap. “If he connects you with Mary-”
“Best-case scenario, he takes off again and I’ll be starting from scratch.” Worst-case scenario, he killed Mary before disappearing. But Sebastian didn’t want to think about the worst-case scenario, let alone state it.
“You wouldn’t give up and go home?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Never.” Although he had no idea how he’d continue to finance such efforts.
“Is there any chance he could find out you’re in Sacramento?”
“I’m sure there is. My family and friends know I’m here. But my being here doesn’t necessarily imply it was Mary who betrayed him.”
Lightning flickered, preceding another boom. “Someone had to tip you off to come here.”
“Or something. For all he knows, I traced him a different way.”
Her eyes ranged over him as if she was matching what she saw to what she’d touched last night, and the tension between them ratcheted up. It was ugly outside, ugly everywhere else. He wanted to hole up in this room with her, show her that she could forget the past if only she’d trust him enough…
She shifted uncomfortably. “I still think he’d question her loyalty. I’d wonder about her if it were me. She could be in trouble, Sebastian. At some point, she might have to take her kids and go to a motel booked under a friend’s name or something.”
“I agree. But we can’t uproot her too soon. It’ll be too hard on her and the kids to be away from their regular lives for very long.”
“What if we can get to him before this weekend?” she asked. “Before he has time to do much investigating of his own?”
While part of his brain was busy maintaining the conversation, the other part was remembering the feel of Jane’s br**sts against his chest…
He sat up so his body’s reaction to that image would be less apparent. “How?”
“We could tell him that Mary’s sending him a package, ask for an address.”
“He’d provide the P.O. box we already have.”
“Curiosity is a powerful motivator.”
“You think he’d go there to pick it up?”
“I do. And we’d be waiting.” She smiled, but when his gaze fell to her mouth, the smile faded and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“I’m not sure it’ll work,” he said. But he was sure this was working. God, he wanted to touch her…
“Why not?”
“He knows the police have the number for his cell phone, which means they also have his P.O. box.”
“A lot of people come and go at any given post office. The idea of running in and picking up a package might be too tantalizing to resist.”
He needed to get her to leave before he pulled her into his arms. But he couldn’t bring himself to walk her to the door before she was ready to go. The torture of having her close but not close enough was bittersweet… “It’s worth a shot. I’ll try to set it up tonight.”
She nodded and got to her feet. “Let me know how it goes.”
“You’re not coming back?”
“I don’t think we should be alone together.”