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It was too bad about his surliness, since Callum was a joy to look upon otherwise, in a gladiator-meets-drill-sergeant kind of way. His blond hair was military short, and his eyes were a startling and beautiful blue against tanned skin. His jaw was square, and his body…
Well of course
Her legs, damn the rogue bastards,
“Yep, that’s a dead guy,” Phil said, his voice as casual as if it were a beer can floating next to them and not the waxy gray back of a corpse.
would be nice to be able to get around to that breakdown so she could just get it over with,
Facts
Was everyone in Field County improbably attractive—and completely out of her league?
“Yes. God knows what trouble you’d get into on your own. At least if I’m there, I can make sure you don’t aggravate someone into sticking a knife into you. Now top off my coffee—please. I have to get to work. My real work, not this Nancy Drew shit you’re dragging me into.”
When she’d lived in Connecticut, she’d never considered fresh vegetables a luxury. The difference between her former life and current existence boggled her mind sometimes.
“That wind around here just drives people nuts. When Helen Napping lost it and killed her husband that really nasty winter about twenty years or so ago, I think the wind made her do it. Why, all that blowing and blowing could make someone just”—she clicked her fingers together—“snap.”
Riiigghhtt
she reminded herself that turning herself inside out to gain people’s respect was a slippery downward slope.
“If we have a suspect, then yes. Definitely. Every shoe or boot wears differently, so they’re almost as unique as fingerprints. If we have probable cause to think someone’s responsible, we can get a warrant to check out the guy’s footwear. Most people know better than to leave their fingerprints around a crime scene, but not as many think about shoe prints. We had a burglary about four months ago where all three suspects were tied to the scene by their tread.”
“Tinker Bell,” Cal said thoughtfully as Chris carefully turned the SUV around and headed down her driveway. “It fits. You’re little and blond and feisty.” Lou glowered at him. “Tinker Bell’s a huge bitch.”
“Ah…okay. So it’s a shotgun kind of sleepover then. Good to know.”
Before she could shove the truck into drive, however, he said her name. When she turned toward him, an inquiring smile forming, he suddenly reached forward, slid a hand around the back of her neck, tugged her close, and kissed her—a hard, breathless, short press of his lips against hers.
Whooaaaa
“Not if one is irritated that his…ah, the other one will be alone at work again, after repeatedly being asked to have someone there with her.” He accepted his coffee. “Thank you.”
The man seriously deserved his own calendar.
Smelly Jim knew everyone in town. In fact, Lou would not be surprised if Jim had dossiers on everyone he’d ever met stored in his trailer.
“Hey, brave leader. It’s kind of late for you to be out, isn’t it?” Callum narrowed his eyes. “It’s not even six.”
“Uh…noticed what?” “He’s smiling. All the time now.” “He is not. He hardly ever smiles.” “No, he hardly ever used to smile,” Derek corrected, pointing a finger at her. “But now you two are joined at the hip, and he’s turned into Mr. Giggles.”
It was time to accept the fact that she was going to behave like an idiot in front of Callum. It was unfortunate but, at the same time, inevitable.
Sound traveled through water four times faster than through air, and the sharp ding of metal against metal cut through the reservoir better than her light.
Apparently, Rob was a magician as well as a sheriff, because he had the house cleared of everyone except her and Cal within ten minutes.
maybe he caused an overdose of serotonin or something.
