I know.”
When they were back in Sam’s office, Luke looked at Sam very seriously. “I’ve got to ask.”
“Okay,” Sam said, expecting a question on the case.
“Get any more flowers today, lover boy?”
Luke was grinning at him, the bastard. “You know I didn’t.”
“Then you didn’t play your cards right.”
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
Luke merely laughed. “You’re still in the papers this morning, did you see that? Such a hero, our Sam. Can I have your au to graph?”
Each of them had been through some pretty rough times, and each of them had come through with different attitudes. Luke tended to put his emotions out there, despite his tough ness.
Sam did not.
Sam didn’t like to acknowledge his emotions in any way, shape or form. They had disappointed and hurt him once too often.
Anyway, for all those reasons, or maybe none of them, Luke’s dark eyes rarely did that sparkle dance thing as they were doing now, no matter how amused he might be.
Nice as that was to see, Sam didn’t care for it being at his own expense, even if he was aware Luke was just trying to get a rise out of him.
If only Luke knew, just thinking about Angie got a rise out of him. “Can we talk the case, do you think, or do you want to joke around all day?”
“Sorry.”
“You don’t look sorry. You look disgustingly…I don’t know. Happy.”
Luke lifted a shoulder. “Maybe I got lucky last night.”
“With Sara?”
“Maybe.”
“About time. You’ve been dating her a month.”
“Some things are worth waiting for.”
Sam eye balled the known womanizer Luke Sorrintino. “That sounds serious.”
Luke shrugged again and turned away.
“Oh, now that we’re talking about you, we’re done?”
“That’s right. Besides, our little problem awaits us— Well, hello.” Luke smiled broadly at someone in the doorway, and even before Sam glanced over and saw his partner’s flirtatious expression, he knew.
Angie.
She stood there with her sweet face smiling right at him, in her second hand glasses that emphasized her huge eyes and a floral, gauzy dress covered in sunflowers that made him wish he had a pair of sun glasses just to look at her.
“You look tense again,” she said to Sam. “Am I interrupting?”
Yes.
“Of course not,” Luke said before Sam could speak. “We were just questioning a witness. I was the good cop. Sam here…” They both turned to stare at him.
“I bet he makes a scary bad cop,” Angie said with a secret little smile.
As if she knew him.
Well, if she did, and she could read his mind right now, she’d know this terrible urge he had to go to her, touch her. She’d probably run screaming from the room.
“You catch far more flies with honey instead of vinegar,” she said, wrinkling her nose delicately as she looked around his office with a sort of morbid curiosity.
“A mess, isn’t it?” Luke tsked, and Sam glared at him.
“I suggested opening the shades and fumigating,” Angie said. “But he wasn’t interested.”
“No, he’s very tense, our Sam.”
Oh, very funny.
“At the very least, he should try aromatherapy,” Angie said told Luke.
“I agree. I mean, just look at him.” Now Luke sidled over toward Angie, so that both of them were looking back at him; his partner with laughter in his eyes, and Angie, with…uh-oh. An un mistakable spurt of…some thing, all right. Some thing that made his insides do a juvenile sort of quiver. Damn it, he thought he’d taken care of that the last time they’d stood in this office together.
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