Sure, the women bore an uncanny resemblance to one another other than the difference in their hair color, but they couldn’t be more different. Kody was as unpredictable as the day was long. No one ever knew what kind of crazy scheme she was going to come up with, or how much trouble she was going to bring to the table. As far as I could tell, Presley was the opposite. She seemed methodical and as calm and cool in a crisis as they came. If Kody was a tornado, Presley was like a cool summer breeze. Kody’s chaos could be fun in small doses, but I found the good doctor’s unflappable and quiet reserve when all hell was breaking loose to be oddly reassuring. I had enough noise and pandemonium in my life. It was often too loud to even hear myself think. In the short moments I spent around Presley, things seemed to be much quieter, even with a lunatic in the mix. I liked the serenity that seemed to surround her, and I wondered if that was one of the reasons I’d been unable to just walk away when she made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me or my crew.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Kody is a friend, first and foremost. I’m glad she’s happy. You think I would’ve let that Ranger have her if I didn’t honestly believe he was better for her?” I winged up an eyebrow and reached out to tap a tattooed finger on the table between us. “As for the doctor, I have unfinished business with her. It doesn’t concern you.”
I’d yet to figure out why she hadn’t told the sheriff she saved my life and that I’d been littered with bullet holes…which I guess meant I technically owed her more than one favor. The thought had me clenching my teeth in annoyance.
Case curled his hand into a fist where it rested on top of the table and shifted uneasily across from me. We both had our limits, and it wasn’t uncommon for either of us to push right up against the other’s. I could tell he was trying his best to tamp down the desire to reach across the table and choke me. Instead, he focused on doing his job.
“Why were you at Presley’s apartment that day? Did you see who fired the shots? Were you the target or was it my sister?” He bit off the questions angrily, his scowl darkening with each one. “Why didn’t you stick around and wait for the police so we could question you along with the other witnesses? I know you aren’t stupid, Shot. You know leaving makes it look like you’re involved in what went down at Presley’s place.”
I sighed and dragged a hand down my face. “Someone takes a shot at me, you think I just sit on my ass and let that go?”
The man opposite me stared at me without blinking, and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “You saying you were the target?” There was no missing the hopeful note in his deep voice. He really wanted me to assure him that someone was gunning for me and not his half sister.
I gave my head a little shake. “What I’m saying is someone who took a shot that could have easily hit me or my VP doesn’t do so without repercussions. That doesn’t fly in my world. I made sure the pretty doctor was all right, then Top and I left to try and find whoever was firing at us.” I gave a careless shrug and told him honestly, “Most people who shoot at me don’t miss. So if you’re asking me for a guess, I would say I wasn’t the one they had in their sights. But who knows for sure? We both know that I have a handful of enemies who wouldn’t be above taking a random shot if the situation presented itself.”
Case growled again and I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. I had to give him credit. If I was in his position and being purposefully provoked, I probably would’ve pulled my gun on them.
“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to hand over a list of those enemies so we can narrow the field for possible suspects?” He knew the answer before he asked it. The last thing I was going to do was start cooperating with the police. I had way too many secrets and skeletons in my