Sacred Sins

most difficult confessions of his life. “Then, when I walked into the bathroom and saw you crying, I knew you did, and it scared the hell out of me.”
    “I didn't want you to see me like that.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I didn't trust you enough.”
    He dropped his gaze long enough to study his hand over her slender, impossibly delicate wrist. “I've never told anyone but Ed about Josh. Until now, he's the only one I've trusted enough.” He brought her fingers to his lips, brushing them lightly. “So what happens now?”
    “What do you want to happen?”
    A laugh, even when quiet and reluctant, can be cleansing. “Psychiatrist's cop-out.” Thoughtfully, he fingered the pearls around her neck. He unhooked them. Her throat was fragrant and silky. “Tess, when this is over, if I asked you to take off for a few days, a week, and go somewhere with me, would you?”
    “Yes.”

    Amused, and more than a little surprised, he looked at her. “Just like that?”
    “I might ask where when the time comes, so I'd know whether to pack a fur coat or a bikini.” She took the pearls from him to set them on the bedside table.
    “They should be in a safe.” “I'm sleeping with a cop.” Her voice was light, but she saw him brooding and thought she understood where his thoughts had taken him. “Ben, it will be over soon.”
    “Yeah.” But when he brought her close, when he began to fill himself with her, he was afraid.
    It was November twenty-eighth.

Chapter 18

    “Y OU DON ' T STEP foot out of the apartment until I give you the okay.”
    “Absolutely not,” Tess agreed while Ben watched her pin up her hair. “I have enough work at home to keep me chained to my desk all day.”
    “You don't even take out the garbage.”
    “Not even if the neighbors write up a petition.”
    “Tess, I want you to take this seriously.”
    “I am taking it seriously.” She chose ribbed gold triangles and clipped them to her ears. “I'm not going to be alone for a minute today. Officer Pilomento will be here at eight.”
    Ben looked at the dove-gray slacks and soft, cowl-necked sweater she wore. “Is that who you're getting all dressed up for?”
    “Of course.” When he came to stand behind her, she smiled at their twin reflections. “I've developed a penchant for the police lately. It has all the earmarks of becoming an obsession.”
    “Is that right?” He bent to brush his lips over the back of her neck.
    “I'm afraid so.”

    He dropped his hands to her shoulders, wanting to remain close, touching. “Worried about it?”
    “No.” Still smiling, she turned into his arms. “I'm not worried a bit. Not about that or anything else.” Because there was a frown between his brows, Tess lifted a finger to smooth it away. “I wish you weren't.”
    “It's my job to worry.” For a moment he just held her, knowing it was going to be hard, unreasonably hard, to walk out the door that morning and trust her to someone else's care. “Pilomento's a good man,” he told her, as much to appease himself as her. “He's young but he's by-the-book. Nobody's going to get in the door while he's here.”
    “I know. Come on, let's have some coffee. You've only got a few more minutes.”
    “Lowenstein relieves him at four.” As they walked into the kitchen, he ran over the schedule, though they both knew every move. “She's the best. She might look like a nice suburban wife, but there's nobody I'd rather have backing me up in a hairy situation.”
    “I won't be alone at all.” Tess took down two mugs. “Cops will still be taking shifts on the third floor, the phone's wired, there'll be a unit parked across the street at all times.”
    “It won't be a black and white. If he makes his move, we don't want to scare him off. Bigsby, Roderick, and Mullendore will switch off with Ed and me on surveillance.”
    “Ben, I'm not worried.” After handing him his coffee, she took his arm to walk to the dining room table. “I've thought this through. Believe me, I've thought this through. Nothing can happen to me as long as I'm inside and inaccessible.”
    “He won't know you're being guarded. When I return at midnight, I'll come in the back and use the stairs.”

    “He has to make his move tonight, that I'm sure of. When he does, you'll be there.”
    “I appreciate the confidence, but I tell you I'd feel a little less edgy if you were a little more so. Look, no grandstanding.” He took her arm for emphasis, before she could lift the