Page 11 of Convincing Alex (Stanislaskis #4)

“Oh, man, who wouldn’t?” With a chuckle, Lola rolled her eyes. “The guy’s every woman’s fantasy, you know? I’m really pulling

for him and Jade. They deserve some happiness, after everything they’ve been through. Jeez, all right, Harry, I’m on my way.

Enjoy your dinner,” she said to Bess, and hurried off.

Bess turned to Alex with a smile. “You look confused.”

He only shook his head. “You two were talking about those characters as though they were real people.”

“But they are,” Bess told him, and scooped up some shrimp. “For an hour a day, five days a week. Didn’t you ever believe in

Batman, or Sam Spade? Scarlett O’Hara, Indiana Jones?”

“It’s fiction.”

“Good fiction creates its own reality. That’s entertainment.” Picking up the saltshaker, she grinned. “Come on, Alexi, even

a cop needs to fantasize now and then.”

He looked at her long enough to make her pulse dance. “I do my share.”

Bess swallowed the tequila, but its zing paled beside the one that Alex’s quiet statement had streaking through her. “You’ll

have to tell me about that sometime.” She glanced around at the sound of piano music.

Against the far wall was a huge upright. A slimly built, sandy-haired young man was caressing blues out of the keys.

“That’s Nick,” Alex told her.

“Really?” Bess angled her chair around for a better look. “He’s very good.”

“Yeah. He talked Zack into putting a piano in the bar about a year ago. Rachel and Muldoon tried to get him to go back to

school, get more training, but no dice.”

“Some things can’t be taught,” Bess murmured.

“Looks like. Anyway, he still works in the kitchen with Rio, and comes out and plays when the mood strikes.”

“And has every female in the joint mooning over him.”

“He’s just a kid,” Alex said quickly—too quickly.

With her tongue in her cheek, Bess turned back. “Younger men have their own appeal to the experienced woman. In fact, right

now Jessica is embroiled in a passionate affair with Tod—who’s ten years her junior. The mail is running five to one in favor.”

“We were talking about you.”

She only smiled. “Were we?”

Zack walked over to slap Alex on the back. “How’s the meal?”

“It’s terrific.” Bess held out a hand. “You’re Zack? I’m Bess.”

“Nice to see you.” Zack kept a hand on Alex’s shoulder after giving Bess’s a quick squeeze. “You must be the Bess Rachel ran

into down at the station.”

“I must be. You have a great place here. Now that I’ve found it, I’ll be back.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” His blue eyes sparkled with friendly curiosity. “Alex doesn’t bring his ladies around very

often. He likes to keep us guessing.”

She couldn’t help but respond to the humor in Zack’s eyes. “Is that so?”

“Ease off, Muldoon,” Alex muttered.

“He’s still sore at me for stealing his baby sister.”

Alex sent him an arched look. “I just figured she had better taste.” He lifted his beer. “Speaking of which.” He gestured

with the mug.

Bess saw Zack’s eyes change and, recognizing love, her heart sighed. It didn’t surprise her when Rachel came to the table.

“What’s this?” Rachel demanded. “A party, and nobody invited me?”

“Sit,” Zack and Alex said in unison.

“I’m tired of sitting.” Ignoring them both, she turned to Bess. “Nice to see you again.” She took a deep, appreciative sniff.

“Rio’s paella. Incredible, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Alex was just telling me how the two of you met.”

“Oh?” Rachel’s brow lifted.

“Why don’t you join us and give me your side of it?”

Twenty minutes later, Alex was forced to admit that Bess’s casual friendliness had gotten Rachel to sit down and relax in

a way neither he nor Zack would have been able to with their demanding concern.

For a woman who was so full of energy and verve, she had a knack for putting people at ease, he noted.

A gift for listening to details and asking just the right question. And for entertaining, he mused—effortlessly.

It didn’t surprise him that she was able to talk music with Nick when he was called over to join them, or food with Rio when

she asked to go back into the kitchen to compliment him on the meal. He wasn’t surprised when she and Rachel made a date to

meet for lunch the following week.

“I like your family,” Bess stated as they settled into a cab.

“You’ve only met a fraction of it.”

“Well, I like the ones I’ve met. How much more do you have?”

“My parents. Another sister, her husband, their three kids. A brother, his wife, and their kid. What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“Family.”

“Oh. I was an only child. Do they all live in New York?”

“All but Natasha.” He toyed with the curls at the nape of her neck. “You don’t talk about yourself.”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed, though she wanted to curl like a cat into the fingers brushing her skin. “I never stop talking.”

“You ask questions. You talk about things, other people, your characters. But you don’t talk about Bess.”

She should have known a cop would notice what most people didn’t. “We haven’t had that many conversations,” she pointed out.

When she turned her head, her mouth was close to his. She wanted to kiss him, Bess thought. It wasn’t merely to distract him.

After all, she had nothing to hide. But she didn’t speak, only moved her lips to his.

The fingers at the back of her neck tensed as he changed the angle of the kiss and the mood of it. It was light and friendly

only for an instant. Then it darkened, deepened, lengthened. Mixed with the taste, the texture, were hints of what was to

come.

There’s a storm brewing, Bess thought dizzily. And, oh, she’d never been able to resist a storm.

Her heart was knocking by the time his lips moved to her temple. “You know how to change the subject, McNee.”

“What subject?”

His hand slid to her throat, cupped there. He felt the pigeon beat of her rapid pulse. The rhythm of it was as seductive as

jungle drums. “You. Now I’m only more curious.”

“There’s not that much to tell.” Uneasy and confused by the sensation, she drew back as the cab pulled to the curb. “Looks

like we’re here.” She slid across the seat while Alex paid the driver. Her knees were a little weak, she realized. Another

first. Alexi Stanislaski was going to require some thought. “You don’t have to walk me up,” she said, surprised that it unnerved

her to see the cab pull away and leave the two of them alone on the shadowy sidewalk.

“Which means you’re not going to ask me in.”

“No.” She smiled a little, running her fingers up and down the strap of her bag. But she wanted to. It was amazing to her

just how much she wanted to. “I think it would be smarter if I didn’t.”

He accepted that, because the choice had to be hers. And the prospect of changing her mind along the way was tremendously

appealing. “We’ll do this again.”

“Yes.”

He closed a hand over her restless one, brought it to his lips. “Soon.”

She felt something, a small, vague ache centered in her heart. Confused by it, she slipped her hand away. “All right. Soon.

Good night.”

“Hold it.” Before she could turn away, he took her face in his hands, held it there for a moment before lowering his mouth

to hers.

The pressure was whisper-light, persuasive, invasive. Even as she responded, the kiss had that odd ache spreading. Helpless,

she brought her hands to his wrists, clinging to them for balance. Though his mouth remained beautifully gentle, the pulse

she felt beneath her fingers raced in time with her own.

Then he let her go, stepped back. His eyes stared into hers. “Good night,” he said.

She managed a nod before hurrying inside.

There was something about Bess, Alex thought as he waited patiently for the light in her apartment to come on. Something.

He’d just have to find out what it was.