if there’s a way to install one in the rear as well so I can review footage of your drives. Maybe I can catch a license plate if you think someone is following you.”
Amy’s eyes lit up at that idea. “If it is installed on the dashboard, it might catch someone putting something on my windshield, right?” she asked hopefully.
Walker nodded. “Exactly. They are widely used in Russia for insurance fraud purposes. So they’re pretty easy because of demand for the technology.”
She loved that idea and her smile grew wider, thrilled to have something concrete to do. “You don’t need to get one for me. I can look online for one myself.”
He shook his head. “Let me talk to the techs down at the station. They’ll know which ones work and which ones are junk. I’ll get it and see if there are good or bad ways to install them.” With that, he stood up and was just about to walk out but he hesitated when she stood as well. He looked down at her, his body drawn closer but he fought the urge to take her into his arms and reassure her. She looked so vulnerable, so scared even while she tried to pretend otherwise.
“I have to get back to work,” he said abruptly. “Thanks for the coffee.” With that, he turned around and walked out.
Amy watched the way he walked. She’d always been amazed at the confidence that surrounded that man. He was a walking ego boost. Just being around him made her feel better, sharper and more confident for some reason.
She sighed and shook her head, tossing out the two cups of untouched coffee. She hadn’t been able to drink anything while he was sitting across from her and now she had to hurry back to school. Her kids would be getting out of their music class soon and she had to have their next activity ready to go.
Chapter 4
Walker pulled up outside her house, looking at the yard and thinking she needed to rake the leaves. The grass would die off if she didn’t get them up and at least into her flower beds.
Then he shook his head, forcing the thoughts out of his mind. Not his business, he thought angrily to himself. He knocked on her door, probably harder than he needed to, but it was difficult to anticipate seeing her now. A year ago, he wouldn’t have even knocked. Hell, she would have been waiting at the door, watching for him to drive up. Possibly even naked.
Pulling himself back to the present, he gritted his teeth in anticipation o f her answering the door. His shoulders tensed when she looked through the side window first. What was she thinking! She shouldn’t be looking out the window! It wasn’t safe. What if he’d been her stalker? As soon as she peered through the sheer curtains, her stalker would know that she was at home alone and could easily trap her in her own home.
When her door was opened, he pushed his way inside, furious with her for putting herself at risk. “Why the hell would you peek through the side window like that?” he demanded. “Someone could easily see you and simply smash through the window to unlock the door.”
Amy stood inside her tiny foyer, her whole body shaking as memories of the last time he’d been in her house flooded back to her. Well, not the last time. That meeting had been a painful conversation. She’d hated him that day and had never forgiven him for what he’d said and how he’d said it.
But all the times before then , all the moments she and Walker had been together, she’d happily opened the door and eagerly flung herself into his arms, loving the way he would instantly lift her up and kiss her. She’d always been so excited to get home from work just so she could see Walker again, throw herself into his arms and feel his incredible, magical touch. There had been too many times she’d just stripped off her clothes as soon as she’d walked into her house after work, not even bothering to pull on a robe when she knew he