Interesting that she had a client she didn’t remember? Yes, she’d certainly say so.Ĭolin gave a short burst of surprised laughter. There had been no appointment scheduled with a Gillian Nemont. “Bet that’s Brooks.” Calling to report about his talk with Vanessa.Įmily stared straight at him, eager to hear at least his part of the conversation. The distinctive chime of a cell phone ring cut through his words.Įmily arched a brow. In fact, she bet it happened only to her. “You mean you want to question me more.” From profiler to suspect in twenty-four hours. I want you to leave now.” Before she got even angrier. How was she going to get him out of her house?
“Yeah, well, I have to eat,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. She’d even left her hair down, not that Colin had seemed to notice.
Heat rushed into her cheeks, and it wasn’t due to the warmth of her oven.Īnd wasn’t she just the queen of stupid? He’d told her that he was coming over to talk about the Other, not for a date.īut she’d still wasted all that time on the meal. She placed the dish on the stove top, turned-Īnd found Colin standing in the doorway, a bemused look in his eyes as he took in the tidily set table, the two plates, the two candles. But over the years, she’d learned how to perfect a few dishes, and her lasagna was one of them. She opened the oven and took out the lasagna she’d so painstakingly prepared. The jerk thought she was-aw, hell, she didn’t even know what he thought. There was no way the two of them were going to sit down for a romantic dinner. “I’m not one of your suspects, and I sure as hell don’t appreciate being treated like one.”Ī faint beeping sounded from her kitchen. “I’m working this investigation with you.” In case he’d forgotten. “So if there is anything you need to come clean about, Doc, now’s the time.” “My partner is interviewing her right now.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you just go ask Vanessa? She’ll tell you that I didn’t treat Gillian.”
It looked like they both had trust issues. Or else you would have made love with him last night, a nagging inner voice reminded her. Colin thought she’d been lying to him, thought that she might even be protecting a killer.īut you don’t trust him either, not completely. Her heart was racing now, her fists clenched. “I’d protect their confidentiality, yes, but I wouldn’t protect someone who was involved in a murder, if that’s what you’re asking.” Asking, implying, same damn thing in her book. There was too much insinuation in that question for her to ignore. “But you’d protect your patients, wouldn’t you, Doc?” “Look, Colin, I don’t know the woman and-” She felt his suspicion, heavy in the air. She stuffed a suitcase in her car and left as fast as she could.” He was watching her with expressionless eyes, waiting, gauging her response. “Neighbors said they saw her last Wednesday. “I’m telling you, I don’t know the woman.
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