Page 61 of Every Which Way

She had pictures on her phone of the guy who’d been barely alive downstairs—the source of the explosion. “Fine. I have a statement to make.”

“Great.” He dragged his phone out and it unlocked to an image of a blonde woman Kenna had met.

She nearly choked. “Your sister? Or girlfriend?”

Miller had already navigated to another window. He went back. “My girlfriend?”

She’d been right at first glance. It was Roxanne. “You know, maybe we’re just destined to always get off on the wrong foot. What do you say I buy you a drink later? Maybe she can come too. We can bury the hatchet.”

His brows lifted. “It’s new still, but I think you’d like her.”

Roxanne.

“You know what?” Kenna said. “A drink with your girlfriend sounds like a great idea. Why not? You go ahead and set that up for tonight.”

He shifted his weapon aside, the strap across his shoulder. He held his phone up, his thumbs poised to text. “I’ll see if she’s free.”

“Why don’t we make it a surprise? How about we don’t tell her I’ll be there. Then I can have the chance to read her honest reaction.”

“Okay.” His tone sounded like he thought that was odd, but he’d write it off as a girl thing most likely.

“Sounds fun.” They had their differences in the past, and she might never trust him. Even if she’d forgiven him for the hurt he’d dished out after Bradley’s death, it didn’t mean she would invite him to hurt her again now that her life had some stability—and a whole lot of happiness. But she could help him get out of a situation he’d realize soon enough he didn’t want to be in.

“She’s had drinks with the guys before. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

Kenna smiled. “I can’t wait.”

ChapterSixteen

“So, you moved from Salt Lake City to Denver, huh?” Kenna glanced at Miller as they walked in the rear entrance of the FBI building from the parking lot.

“Wasn’t that much of a stretch. This is a bigger office, and they had an open spot.”

“You like it here?”

Miller shrugged. “My dad is in a rest home in Colorado Springs, so I can see him more.”

“That’s nice.”

Miller smiled, shaking his head. “Don’t act like it’s so surprising that I can be nice.”

“Sure? Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation here. Who do they think you are? The tough guy? The funny one?”

“They think I’m a guy who worked with you, so I should know everything about whatever case you’re workin’.”

“Sorry.”

He led her to the desk where she’d have to check in. “For making me famous?” He snorted. “Don’t worry about it.”

She handed over the correct ID and signed all the papers, taking a second to text Jax so he’d know she had entered an FBI office—just in case someone contacted him about it.

“Are those cops you told me about coming?”

Kenna backed out of the text thread with Jax and took a look at her message to Langford. “They’re here.”

“Great. Let’s go meet them at the front.” He led her through a maze of hallways to the lobby, where she spotted Davis and Langford.

Kenna lifted her hand and waved so they’d see her.

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