December . . . My name was a whispered plea on his lips.
Why do things feel awkward now? Maybe we’re better off hating each other.I’ll swing by your office later in the afternoon and we can go over our notes, Dallas tells me as I toss my purse inside the car.
Are you sure you still want to work with me? If Miles goes through with his threat, you could get fired.Dallas shakes his head in disagreement. He’s not going to do anything. He’s guilty of something and he knows it. Even if he didn’t kill Richard, he still tried to blackmail him. We both know he’d be disbarred if that ever got out. I’ll meet you tomorrow and we’ll go over everything and see what we missed. You’re not getting out of working with me that easily.He closes my door once I’m inside and I watch him walk over to his own vehicle. I still don’t trust that Miles won’t go right to the police and tell them what Dallas and I are doing, but for now, I’m going to trust Dallas and just hope I didn’t mess up both of our careers.
True to his word, Dallas showed up at the office the following evening. I had almost given up hope after not hearing from him all day and was calling myself all kinds of a fool for borrowing another one of Paige’s outfits. The short black-and-white plaid skirt and long-sleeved black sweater that hangs off of one shoulder reminds me a little bit of a Catholic-school uniform. According to Paige, that’s the point. She seemed to think Dallas wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but kissing me when he saw me wearing this. Obviously she was wrong. We’ve been sitting here for two hours poring over our notes and he’s barely looked at me.I really am an idiot. He’s probably regretting everything that happened in my parents’ driveway. He knows kissing me was a bad idea for so many reasons, not the least of which is that we have a murder to solve, which should take precedence right now.
Since when did I turn into this pathetic woman who dresses for a man and worries if he wants her?
Since I was kissed by a man like Dallas Osborne, obviously.You did just fine. Better than I could have ever dreamed. I confiscated everything she bought. She’s buying it back a bit at a time, and seeing the psychologist is part of that. It wouldn’t hurt you to, either, you know. She forced a smile, like she hadn’t just suggested I go to therapy.
I blatantly ignored her and turned to see Gus staring at Sam’s glittery eye mask. Gus, you want to hang with me for a bit?He’s cool, Mom. Sam, there’s no point trying to sleep. He’ll start poking at you in five minutes.
Rawr! she growled at Gus and pulled him down, locking her arms around him as he struggled playfully to get away.No problem. That’s why I moved back here, Mom. To help out.