and he hurled her backwards. "Don't ever open that door."
Kelsey stumbled into him. For several seconds, she stared at him with those incredibly blue eyes of hers. Warm breath fanned his neck. Something similar to emotion constricted in his chest and the rest of his body tightened in an equally uncomfortable manner. He was in deep water and sinking fast. Before he did something stupid like kiss that sensual mouth of hers, he turned her lose.
It had been a long time since a woman had had such a potent effect on him. Why her? Why now? He didn’t need this. And he sure as hell didn’t want it.
She shot him a cold glare. "I wasn't going anywhere. I was only going to open the door for my uncle."
"And if the gunman is in the building, Mrs. Winston? It wouldn't be the first time."
She recoiled from his words. He wanted to frighten her. To make sure that she thought before she tried any of her childish pranks on him. And more importantly, to widen the emotional gulf between them. But it wasn't his tone of voice that caused her to pale.
"It is Mrs., isn't it?"
She recovered quickly, but not before he caught the pained expression in her eyes. "You've been doing your homework, Detective."
He hadn’t meant to be so callus as to remind her of her abusive husband. Hell, he couldn’t say anything right around her. “You should have told us that Winston was your married name and Richard Carlyle was your father.”
“I didn’t know my divorced status or my father’s name had anything to do with the case.”
Technically it didn’t, but Wolf hated getting caught off guard. The woman already affected his equilibrium. He didn’t want any more surprises getting in the way of his job.
Daniel joined them at the door and placed a kiss on Kelsey's cheek. "I for one, am relieved that you will be safe in your home instead of out interviewing those lowlife characters?”
“I am not interviewing lowlife characters, Uncle. They are abuse victims and they span every economic class.”
“Well, it’s unnecessary in any case.” Her uncle turned toward Wolf. “I think it’s only fair to warn you that she isn’t very keen on the idea of having you here.”
Wolf laughed. "I figured.”
"Of course he did. The man is a genius. After all, Uncle, they didn't give him that gold shield for nothing."
Daniel sighed. "You know, if you keep that up he might let you take your chances with the gunman alone. He is here to protect you but how long do you think he's going to stay if he has to run for cover anytime you open your mouth?"
Kelsey wrinkled her nose at her uncle. "I love you too, Uncle Daniel."
Daniel tossed his hands up in a gesture of helplessness. "I give up. Make sure you bring earplugs next time you come."
Wolf chuckled again. He needed more than earplugs to tune out the woman’s presence. Kelsey Winston had brains, beauty and an attitude; qualities not easily ignored. He could only pray the hit man would be found before they killed each other.
* * *
Kelsey sighed at her uncle’s chastising. Like Wolf didn't deserve everything she said and more. The man was every bit the predator his name implied. His mother must have been psychic when she named him.
She left the men in the hall and went to make herself some dinner. Nothing in the refrigerator sparked her appetite but she decided to make something anyway rather than admit his presence upset her. What was it about Wolf that got under her skin? Since her divorce, she had consciously kept men at a cool distance. Yet ten minutes in the detective’s presence and her hard-earned icy reserve deserted her and an irrational, lunatic took over.
For the next half hour, Kelsey avoided Wolf by hiding out in the kitchen. She made a tuna salad surrounded by a platter of fresh cut vegetables. The simple meal allowed her to work mindlessly. As she carried her plate to the dining room she noticed that Wolf had vacated the seat by the door. She left her dinner on the table and