“I took your boss to dinner.” I drop my hands and stare. Then, with trembling fingers, I pick up my soda water and promptly choke. My brother grins at my reaction. I glare. “Why?” I demand when I can speak properly again. “I wanted to make sure he and I were on the same page.” Chevy takes a slow sip of beer, watching my reaction. My brother has a way of putting people at ease, friendly and casual while he’s actually cataloging every detail. It’s why he's so good at his job, and why he should probably be a detective in a bigger city rather than a deputy here. I only hope he doesn’t notice the
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