Still the One by Debra Cowan

nudged Kit into the wall. “Sorry.”
    “It’s okay,” she said tightly. She flattened herself against the wall, and when she did, her breasts pressed against his arm.
    She looked quickly away and brought up an arm protectively over her chest. Or tried to. Instead, she jabbed Rafe in the side.
    Refusing to acknowledge the tightness in his throat, he snapped his attention to the guy in front of them. “It seems Tony has disappeared, Mr. Green.”
    “What?” The guy blinked like an owl behind his thick glasses.
    Kit put her arm down, looking pained. Rafe faced her, scooting past so he stood slightly in front of her. This way, he could face Mike and so could she.
    She moved behind him, inching closer to peer around hisshoulder. When she did, her hips pressed against his, and the touch jolted him like fire.
    He sucked in a breath. Holy crap. He’d managed to go all day without giving in to his imagination. Now his arm burned and a low insistent throbbing started in his blood. “Um, do you know him well?”
    “Not really. He’s only been here, uh, let’s see…a couple of weeks.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “Maybe a month?”
    Rafe knew it had been less than three weeks. “Mr. Taliaferro says your cubicle is closest to Tony’s.”
    “Right. And we’ve had lunch together a couple of times.”
    “But you wouldn’t say you knew him well?”
    “I was getting to know him, I guess.” Thumbing his glasses up his nose again, he glanced from Rafe to Kit.
    “What’s going on? Is he in some kind of trouble?”
    “We think he might be. Is there anything you can tell us? Have you spoken to him in the last couple of days?”
    “No, not since last Friday, here at work.” He slid a small screwdriver into his white shirt pocket, already sagging with the weight of other tools and a rubber-banded notebook. He quickly glanced at Kit. “Oh, you’re the one who left me a message about Tony.”
    “Right.” She smiled tightly.
    Rafe could feel tension humming through her body and knew it had nothing to do with her sister and everything to do with the tight press of his body against hers.
    Mike smiled sheepishly. “Sorry I didn’t call you back. I got here early this morning to work on one of the mainframes and I forgot.”
    She nodded, her breath washing hotly against Rafe’s shoulder, which only increased the burn in his veins.
    He cleared his throat. “Did Tony say if he had any plans to go out of town over the weekend?”
    “No,” Green said. “He told me he was going to the movies, some science fiction picture, I think. I’m not big on movies.”
    “And he wasn’t acting strangely?”
    “Not that I could tell, but I really haven’t known him all that long.”
    Rafe studied him for a moment, and the guy met his gaze without blinking, again nudging up his glasses. “Did he ever mention a man named Alexander?”
    The man’s smooth forehead furrowed. “No.”
    Rafe believed the guy; Tony probably wanted to keep Alexander as far as possible from his new life.
    “If you hear from Tony, would you give me a call?” Rafe managed to get his arm up and slide two fingers into his shirt pocket to retrieve a business card. He handed it to Green.
    “Sure.” Green glanced at it, then at Kit. “I hope everything’s okay. Are you his sister or something?”
    “Something,” Rafe answered for her, shifting to show Kit he was ready to go. “Thanks for your time.”
    She pressed against the wall, but wouldn’t meet his gaze. In the mix of bright and dim light, her cheeks looked flushed. “Do you know Tony’s wife, Mr. Green?”
    “Liz?” As if startled by the question, the man blinked a couple of times. “Oh, sure. Tony’s crazy about her.”
    “Have you met her, then?”
    “We’ve had lunch together a couple of times.” He looked from Kit to Rafe. “Is this about Liz, too?”
    Rafe watched Kit, admiration growing. She’d done that exactly as he would’ve.
    “She’s my sister,” Kit