doing it now. Not even for him.
Finally, Donovan held out his hand. I took it. His Barely a minute passed before the front door opened once fingers felt hard, strong, capable against my own, and more, making the bell chime. I looked up, wondering if the heat from him warmed my whole body. Donovan the detective had changed his mind about, well, anydropped my hand like it burned him. Maybe it did, to thing. Everything.
want me so much, the woman who’d killed his partner. But the man who strode into the Pork Pit wasn’t DonI’d heard the detective say once that you didn’t fuck your ovan Caine or another cop. His suit was much too nice partner’s murderer. But he’d done it—twice—and enfor that. The black fabric draped off his shoulders, highjoyed it. And he still hated himself for it. lighting a frame that was compact, sturdy, strong. Given “Take care, Gin.”
his body structure, I would have thought him a dwarf.
“You too, detective. You too.”
But at six foot one, he was much too tall for that. He had Donovan Caine nodded at me a final time. Then the a thick head of hair that was a glossy blue-black, while his detective turned on his heel and walked out the door, eyes were a light violet. A white, thin scar slashed diagoleaving my gin joint and heart a little emptier and colder nally across his chin. It offset the crooked tilt of his nose. than they had been before.
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gressive, forceful. Someone who demanded attention. attempted robbery. As she talked, the man crossed his Someone worth watching. Especially since he looked arms over his chest. His biceps bulged with the motion, vaguely familiar to me.
and he started tapping one finger on his opposite elbow. I half-expected a couple of giant guards to follow the Despite the movements, he was totally focused on his sisman into the Pork Pit. Most of the rich folks in Ashland ter, as though she was the most important thing in the employed at least a couple, and this guy was definitely world to him. Maybe she was. He stared at the red welt wealthy, judging by his swanky suit and confident deon her cheek, and his hands curled into fists. I got the meanor. But the man entered alone. His light eyes swept distinct feeling he would love to have some alone time over the interior of the restaurant, pausing at the blood with Jake McAllister.
spatters on the floor. After a moment, his gaze moved on When Eva finished her story, her big brother turned and settled on the two girls, who were packing up their his attention to me. For the first time, I felt the full force books to leave.
of his gaze. Sharp, shrewd, calculating. Like looking into
“Eva,” he said in a voice that rumbled like thunder. my own eyes. He walked forward and held out his hand.
“Are you all right?”
“owen Grayson.”
Eva zipped up her backpack. “I’m fine, owen.”
Well, the hits just kept on coming. First, Jake McAlThe man moved to stand beside her. He walked stiffly lister decided to grace my restaurant with his presence, but with purpose, like a bulldozer plowing through danand now owen Grayson had come to collect his sister. delions. “Tell me what happened.”
I’d heard of him, of course. Grayson was one of the city’s
“I said I was fine,” she repeated in an irritated voice, wealthiest businessmen. Mining, timber, metal manuas though they’d had this argument many times before. “I facturing. He had his fingers in a lot of money-making also told you there was no need to come down here. You pies. With his subdued suit and chiseled features, Graynever listen to me.”
son didn’t have the ostentatious, deadly, in-your-face flash
“I’m your big brother,” he said. “I’m