Page 18 of Only You

He nodded. “Sorry to ruin your night.”

She smiled at him. “And yours, too.”

“Naw, Avery is teething.”

“Oh, so you were happy to abandon your wife.”

He snorted. “You’ve never had a teething kid. I promise you; you would do the same thing.”

“Okay, well, I’m gonna drop my degenerate cousin off and change. Should take me about thirty minutes.”

He nodded. “Crime scene people are almost done.”

When she returned to her car, Rowan was sitting on the hood. Somehow, he’d found a bag of chips. Seriously, where the hell did he get that? He was always eating, probably because of his training. She was sure SEALs ate an insane number of calories.

“Get off before I shoot you.”

He licked his fingers. Ugh.

“You can’t do that.”

“Yes, I can.”

He made a face and slid off the hood.

“Did you want to crash at my place? Or did you want me to drop you back at Fitzpatrick’s?”

“Naw. I’ll be up at O-dark thirty. Are you going back?”

She stopped at a light and slanted him a look. “I just got a body. I have a case to work.”

He nodded. “I just thought you would go back to see your boyfriend.”

She frowned. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Declan’s not your boyfriend? He sure does act like it. He watched you all night.”

Something fluttered in her belly. Stupid butterflies. She was thirty-two years old. She didn’t get all giggly over men. Not anymore. She’d learned her lesson. Men didn’t like a woman who had other interests, especially when those interests included dead bodies.

“You’re imagining things.”

“Am not.”

“That was mature.”

“More mature than pretending that some dude wasn’t making goo-goo eyes at you all night.”

“He wasn’t doing that, and I don’t think you can call yourself mature if you use the termgoo-gooeyes.”

“Why don’t you ask him out?”

“Why are you being so nosey about my love life?” Or lack thereof. She hadn’t been out on a date in months, and those few she’d had in the last year had been…disappointing.

“Answering a question with a question. Dude, you want to date him, but…?”

“Listen, when men find out I’m a cop, they fit into one of two categories. They are repulsed by it because itisa guy job.”

“That group sounds like a bunch of a-holes.”

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