“I don’t get a taste of you soon, I’m givin’ up the search and takin’ you to my cabin in Grand Lake. No phones, no cell coverage, no buzzer. Anyone knocks on the door and I’m shooting them.”

Lee had a cabin in Grand Lake.

I didn’t know that.

I loved Grand Lake.

I shook off thoughts of Grand Lake.

“We’re supposed to be having a talk,” I reminded him.

“Oh, we’ll talk,” he promised and I had that Christmas Eve feeling again, except it was Christmas Eve with the devil.

He was watching me. “I can’t read your face.”

“Some thoughts are secret.”

He seemed happy with that, which was surprising.

In my experience, there were two types of guys. One type asked you every five minutes what was on your mind and then got pissy when you didn’t feel like sharing. The other type never asked and you got pissy when they didn’t seem to care.

Lee, apparently, was a third type, a mutant type, knowing something was on my mind but happy to leave me to it. I didn’t know what to make of that. I did know it made me feel less pressured but more confused because one of us was supposed to be feeling pissy and neither of us were.

“I’ll tell you one thing,” I said to him, “I don’t know what to make of you. I can’t get my head wrapped around any of this.”

His arms tightened and his face came closer then deviated from its course at the last minute. He whispered in my ear a couple of things I could make of him and another couple of things I could wrap around him. My nether regions quivered and I couldn’t help myself, I put my lips to his neck then touched my tongue there. It seemed I couldn’t wait to taste him either.

Then the door bell rang.

Lee stopped whispering in my ear and started cursing.

I pulled out of his arms, grabbed the sarong and knotted it at my hips. Lee tucked his shirt back in.

Maybe Grand Lake was the way to go.

By the time we made it downstairs, Tod and Matt were both staring at a huge, glossy white box with a red ribbon tied around it that was sitting on the ottoman. Matt was holding a can of diet pop. Tod was holding a pop in one hand with his other arm wrapped around the biggest display of long stemmed red roses I’d ever seen, at least two dozen of them.

I’d had flowers delivered before but never on this scale and never accompanied by glossy boxes. I looked to Lee but he was staring at the flowers, his face tight. Clearly, whatever this was, it was not from Lee.

“There’s a card on the box,” Tod said, he was staring at Lee too.

I grabbed the card and it read, Dinner Wednesday night. Wear the dress. Terry

I’d just finished reading it and experiencing the sick clutch in my stomach when Lee snagged the card out of my fingers.

I stared at the box as if it was ticking.

“Aren’t you gonna open it?” Tod asked.

“You open it,” I said.

Tod needed no further encouragement. He plopped the huge array of flowers in my arms, set aside his pop and dug into the box. He squealed in delight as he pulled out a fabulous little black dress.

“I saw this at Saks when I was looking for shoes. It cost one thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars!”

That sick clutch in my stomach lurched and became full-blown nausea.

Tod was happily looking at Lee, thinking it was from him and that I’d hit the mother-lode of hunky boyfriends with platinum credit cards.

The muscle in Lee’s cheek was working and his eyes cut to Tod.

“Put the dress back in the box,” Lee ordered and Tod quickly did as he was told, his face turning confused.

Lee said to Matt, “Coxy.”

Matt’s jaw went rigid and his eyes turned to me.

“I didn’t do anything!” I shouted. “He kidnapped me! I didn’t encourage him at all! He’s creepy.”

“Who’s creepy?” Tod asked.

“They guy who sent these to me. He looks like Grandpa Munster except genuinely scary.”

“You didn’t send them?” Tod turned to Lee.

Lee didn’t answer, just grabbed the box and tucked it under his arm. “I’m returning this,” he announced and he was using his scary voice.

I nodded.

“Don’t leave the house. Don’t open the door to anyone. Bobby’s following up on Rosie and after we visit Wilcox, Matt and I will run down that lead. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I nodded again.

“I’ll do my best to convince Coxy that you aren’t interested.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

Lee’s face was totally blank and he watched me for several seconds. Once he started speaking, I realized that he’d been in a struggle with how much information to share and he’d decided he’d trust me not to freak out.

“You’ve captured his attention. Coxy’s a man who’s used to getting what he wants. He knows I consider you mine. This is a declaration of war.”

I gasped. Tod gasped. Chowleena barked.

“But I don’t want him! He’s icky,” I said.

“A lot of women get past icky when they get seventeen hundred dollar dresses delivered to their door,” Lee answered.

“I might get past icky for that dress. It’d go with my shoes,” Tod put in.

Lee was looking at me. “What about you?”

I felt my blood begin to boil and my eyes narrow. I put my free hand on my hip and assumed a posture that screamed attitude.

“Seriously?” I asked, I couldn’t believe he actually expected an answer.

Lee kept watching me.

“Icky is icky. There’s no getting past icky. He’s not only icky, he’s creepy. Even if you could get past icky, you can’t get past creepy. Jeez.”

Lee showed no reaction to my response. “Don’t leave the house.”

Then he was gone, leaving me with the roses.

Once the door closed, Tod turned to me.

“Girlie, he is fine. He’s fine times twelve. He’s the new definition of fine.”

“I’ve been in love with him since I was five,” I told Tod.

“I’m in love with him now. I want to have his children,” Tod told me.

We were both still staring at the door and I was still holding the roses.

“He scares me now. He’s an adult. He has a head on his shoulders. He’s good at this relationship stuff. I think he’s serious about me. And he runs in some pretty frightening circles.”

“Girlie, you f**k this up and I’m calling the boys in the white jackets. You let something that fine slip through your fingers, you deserve a padded room. Especially if he’s good at relationship stuff. Most especially if he’s serious about you. No one who looks like that and fills out a pair of jeans like that is good at relationship stuff. I don’t care if he runs through the seven circles of hell.”