mentally gave him points for knowing about Jinx. But then, as Roy had told her, there’s no privacy in a small town.
“His table manners can’t always be trusted,” she replied, sliding across the hot-pink vinyl seat.
“Too bad. I was hoping to meet him.” Cole sat down. “I can guarantee everything they serve here is fantastic,” he added, nodding toward the menu. “And it’s on me.”
Bree arched an eyebrow. “Some might see that as bribing a police officer.”
“I don’t think Holloway would consider a $5.95 hamburger a bribe,” Cole murmured with amusement. “But if you order the steak sandwich, favors will be asked for.”
“Hey there, hon.” A waitress stopped by the table. Her gaze was filled with unabashed curiosity as she stared down at Bree.
“Annie, this is the town’s new detective, Bree Fitzpatrick,” Cole introduced. “Detective, this is Annie, the love of my life who keeps me well fed.”
Annie shot him her “get out of here” look.
“Nice to meet you, hon,” she said warmly. “What can I get you to drink?”
Bree smiled back. “Iced tea, please.”
She nodded and started to walk away.
“Hey, Annie, I don’t get asked?” Cole said with mock hurt.
She laughed. “Oh, hon, the day you don’t drink black coffee is the day the sky will turn plaid.” She wiggled ample hips encased in denim. “I’ll get your drinks now. That’ll give the detective time to figure out what she wants to eat.” She pointed her finger at Cole. “You, I already know.”
“Eat here often, do you?” Bree asked, entertained by the waitress’s lively chatter.
“Only two times a day, seven days a week,” he admitted. “But we’re here to talk about you. I understand you have three kids. Two from your husband’s first marriage, the third yours and your husband’s.”
The light in Bree’s eyes dimmed a bit. As if obeying a command from within, she pasted on her professional expression.
“I consider all three mine,” she replied, pausing long enough to murmur her thanks as the waitress deposited her drink in front of her. “But I really prefer we not discuss my children. I like to keep my work and personal life separate.”
The lines fanning out from his eyes crinkled as he grinned. “You’ve never lived in a small town before, have you? The favorite entertainment around here is learning everything you can about your neighbor. Once the residents know all the little details, they consider you one of their own. It’s already common knowledge you bought Mrs. McGyver’s place. As for your job, the city council liked your credentials, which I have to say were impressive, and your hire was almost immediate. Detectives with your credentials don’t usually come to a place like Warm Springs,” he told her. “Of course, it doesn’t hurt when you’ve got some city politicians on your side.”
Bree’s gaze could have cut through him like a hot knife through butter. He didn’t look the least bit cowed. If anything, he smiled more.
She looked up when Annie returned to take her order. Bree quickly examined the menu and asked for a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich.
“I’ll have my usual,” Cole said.
Annie gave an unladylike snort. “Like I didn’t already know.” She moved away.
“One day I’ll order something different,” he called after her.
“Sure, and tomorrow Harrison Ford is going to show up and take me away from all this grandeur,” the waitress snickered.
Bree smothered her chuckle. “Stand in line.”
Cole looked at Bree and decided she was one fine-looking woman, even if she did carry a gun and could probably pin him up against a wall with a minimum of effort.
He’d never thought of freckles as sexy until he noticed them lightly dusted across her nose. They went with the red hair tucked behind her ears and wisped across her forehead. Her tailored clothing stated she was no-nonsense. Probably had to give that impression because of her occupation. But the citron studs in her ears, gold filigreed chain around her neck and the hint of perfume proclaimed her femininity to anyone who cared to look for it. His gaze flicked downward. She wore no wedding ring, so she must have laid her husband to rest even in her heart.
Cole was positive she’d deck him if he told her she was cute.
Besides, she was not his type. Law enforcement officials he’d met in the past were pretty regimented in their thinking. And the woman had three kids.
No, not his type. Even if just looking at her made his day.
This meeting was purely business, however. He’d dangled a little mystery in front of the lady to get her here. After all, who was more qualified to solve a murder than a homicide detective?
He wondered if he could trust her.
“How about if I start off with some humor,” he suggested. “What was one of the funniest things to happen to you on the job?”
Bree thought for a moment. “The first year I worked patrol, we were called to a carjacking scene. We were only a block away and arrived in time to see the suspect take off. We wasted no time in going after him. We apprehended the suspect and told him we were bringing him back for an ID. The minute we pulled him out of the car to face the woman, he said, ‘Yep, that’s the lady I robbed.’ He was dead serious when he said it, too. My partner and I couldn’t stop laughing. Good thing we’d Mirandized him the minute we grabbed him. There was no way his confession could be thrown out. That good enough for you?”
Cole chuckled. “Definitely. You gotta love an easy confession like that.”
“It did make it a lot easier for us,” she admitted.
“I would think Warm Springs would seem pretty quiet after the fast pace in L.A.,” he commented, looking up to smile at Annie as she set their plates in front of them. As always, his hamburger was grilled to perfection, the sauteed mushrooms on top of the meat finishing the work of art. The onion rings were golden brown and crispy. “Marry me, Annie,” he begged.
“The day I say yes is the day you’ll hotfoot it out of town,” she hooted.
“That’s what you eat every day?” Bree asked curiously, as she sprinkled salt on her French fries.
He shook his head. “Only on Wednesdays. I believe in a varied diet. So tell me, how long did you work for the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department?”
“I was with the department for twelve years, the last three in homicide.”
“I guess Warm Springs seems pretty tame after all the excitement you had in L.A.,” he commented.
Her smile rivaled that of a shark moving in for the kill. “Sometimes what looks tame on the surface isn’t. I’ve heard that can happen in small towns.”
Damn,
