“Bout time, detective. Any leads on your case?” she asked, pointedly ignoring me.
All my pent up paranoia had nowhere to go when irritation flared through me, so I looped my arm through his. “He sure does, darling.” I offered her a wider than average grin.
“We’ll talk later, Char,” he said as we continued past the reception and down the hall. A smirk tugged on his lips once we stepped out of sight along the long bone-white corridor. “Don’t tell me you got jealous, sweetheart.”
I let out a huff and shoved him in the side. “You wish, loverboy. Just nerves getting the better of me.”