The Man Behind The Badge. Dawn Stewardson
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“How would he know about that?”
“I assume Steve told him. I know I said he’d never talk about his personal life with a patient, but he canceled some of his appointments after the accident. So, if he canceled one of Reese’s I guess he explained why.”
Travis Quinn nodded for her to continue.
“Initially, he just seemed concerned about me. But then he began getting personal.”
“Saying...?”
“Well, for example, he asked if my father was alive. And when I said that he died a few years ago, Reese said he certainly hoped I had somebody to lean on.
“I suppose that sounds innocent enough when I repeat it, but when he said it...”
“How did you respond?”
“I told him I had some really supportive friends. Then I wondered if, instead of that, I should have said I was in a serious relationship.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
She waited a beat, half expecting him to tell her how he thought she should have handled it. When he didn’t, she said, “At any rate, the next thing he asked was whether I lived alone, and that was when I really began getting nervous.”
“And you said...?”
“That there was no need for him to worry about me. That my building’s very secure and the neighbors all watch out for one another.”
“Your building isn’t bad. Is the part about the neighbors true?”
“Not exactly. The ones I’ve met seem nice enough, but I barely know them. I haven’t lived here long.”
He didn’t ask for more details. However, his expression said he’d like them, so she added, “I left my husband in January and took a sublet while I looked for something permanent. I’ve only been here since June.”
“Ah.” He slowly rubbed his jaw, which drew her attention to his four o’clock shadow and reminded her how long a day he’d had.
“Detective Quinn—”
“Travis,” he said. “Why don’t you call me Travis.”
He hadn’t even spoken all the words before he began wondering what he was doing. He was here because he was a cop, not to get friendly with the woman.
She looked a little surprised, but smiled and said, “Call me Celeste, then.”
Nodding, he told himself he’d only suggested they drop the formality because it felt strange to be sitting here drinking soda with her and calling her Ms. Langley. It had been nothing more than that.
Sure, buddy. Let’s be honest and admit you like her.
The imaginary voice sounded so much like Hank’s it almost made him smile.
Of course, he didn’t know her well enough to really like her yet. But he’d admit to finding her attractive. After all, he’d been admitting that—to himself, at least—since last night.
And the fact that he did was hardly surprising. Her smile was fantastic. And she had a beautiful mouth. Basically, she had a beautiful everything.
It made him curious about what sort of idiot her husband must be—to have given her reason to leave him. But that was not what he should be thinking about.
Scrambling to remember where they’d left off, he said, “So, getting back to Reese, you told him not to worry about you and then...?”
“He said he couldn’t help it. Because... This was what truly scared me. He said the two of us are cosmically connected.”
Travis felt that icy numbness at the base of his spine once more. “Cosmically connected. Did you ask exactly what he meant by that?”
“Uh-huh. And he said part of it was that I was an editor and he was a writer, so we were like two halves of a whole. But, far more significant, I was Steve’s sister. And Steve had been a very important part of his life. Which meant we had to look out for each other. So he’d keep in touch.”
Terrific. Just what she needed.
“Travis, he left me with such a creepy-crawly feeling I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, you did the right thing by phoning me.”
“Then you don’t think I overreacted?”
“No. In fact, I’ll pay him another visit tomorrow. Make it clear he’s not to contact you again.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. Reduce fear is one of the mandates in the department’s mission statement.” Not that he was going to worry about reducing Reese’s fear. He’d threaten to hang the guy up by his ears if he ever called her again.
“I’ll get back to you after I’ve talked to him,” he added. “Let you know how it went.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
He pushed himself up, knowing he’d better get out of her apartment—pronto.
Until he and Hank were certain she hadn’t killed her brother, she was a suspect—regardless of whether he believed she could have done it or not. So he had to leave before he did something even more stupid than telling her to call him Travis.
* * *
CELESTE LOCKED HER DOOR, then resisted the temptation to head straight to the window so she could watch Travis as he left the building.
Instead, she sat down with her still half-full glass and asked herself what on earth was going on.
Her life had been heavy on emotional turmoil lately, and until she started feeling a lot closer to normal she’d be crazy to even contemplate getting involved with a man. Yet she couldn’t deny the tug of interest she felt toward this particular one.
Likely, she decided, that was the “something” she’d been trying to put her finger on all day. Last night, she’d been so upset she hadn’t consciously realized she found him attractive. But tonight had been a different story.
After he’d said there was nobody waiting at home for him, the statement had lingered in her mind. And she doubted he routinely asked people he was interviewing to call him Travis.
Snoops skulked into the room and leaped onto her lap, deciding it was safe to come out of hiding now that the company was gone. She began to stroke him, her thoughts turning back to Travis.
She felt immensely better than she had earlier, and that was entirely due to him. She’d told him what was bothering her and he’d come up with a solution. He’d talk to Evan Reese and set things straight.