Isaac grinned. “Very smooth,” he complimented, nudging her lightly as they walked. “Let me see,” he said, drawing his other hand to pull her chin one way and the other to look at the face she made. He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m afraid it’s hopeless, Allison. Still gorgeous.”
He brushed his thumb lightly over her cheek before withdrawing. To be honest, the only reason he’d not suggested immediately that they go back to his place was because he was still staying with Boyd and didn’t technically have a place. He was still figuring that part out.
“You’re right,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting you escape again.” She looked even more beautiful with her hair in the wind, and he smiled.
“Hopefully, I can get back into some sort of law enforcement. It might be hard without the references, though,” he said, then shrugged. “To be honest, my primary concern at the moment is the fact that neither of us have a place of our own currently.”