I forced myself to turn back to Mr. Pierson who was now standing with his eyes back at the window.
“Yes, my neighbor. Do you mind…?” I trailed off and he looked at me. Then he looked to the window. Then back at me. Then his eyes quickly darted the length of me.
Then he grinned a grin I’d never seen him grin before and he advised, “Don’t forget to ask him if he needs a bed.”
I nodded knowing there was no way in hell I was going to ask Detective Mitch Lawson if he needed a bed and moved quickly from the office.
The instant I hit the showroom Mitch’s eyes came to me. The instant his eyes came to me, my eyes went to Billy. He was still sprawled on the bed, the video game in his hands but now his gaze was on Mitch and his little face was hard. He didn’t, I noticed, throw himself at Mitch and I wasn’t certain he’d even said hello.
My head swung the other way and I saw Roberta with her customers. She was trying to pay attention to them while at the same time eye up Mitch. It was a name she knew and now that she had a handsome face, fabulous hair, fantastic body and great clothes to put with that name, she was obviously having trouble listening to her customers.
I made myself look back at Mitch just as Billie ran to me, grabbed my hand and tugged me toward Mitch, telling me, “Look, Auntie Mara! Mitch is here!”
“I see that, honey,” I murmured to her as I got closer and closer to Mitch.
She kept tugging at me. “Isn’t it great that he’s here so he can see my outfit?” she asked.
“It’s awesome,” I muttered as we stopped in front of Mitch.
“I know,” she breathed.
“Mara,” Mitch greeted and his face was closed, no warmth, no smile, nothing.
Yep he’d figured it out. Ten Point Fives didn’t give Two Point Fives warmth. Disdain, often. Shared breathing space, yes, but only because everyone needed oxygen. Warmth, no.
That knife that I hadn’t had time to pull out of my heart twisted.
“Mitch,” I replied.
“You got a place we can talk privately?” he asked.
I stared up at him wondering what this was all about. Then I decided my best bet was to find out and get him on his way as fast as I could. So I nodded.
“Break room,” I answered and bent to Billie. “Do me a favor, baby, and go sit with your brother.” She nodded up at me and I added, “And no jumping on beds or racing through the showroom. Just sit quiet with Billy until I come back. Can you do that for me?”
“Sure, Auntie Mara,” Billie chirped, grinned at Mitch then skipped toward Billy who was still staring at Mitch with his hard face. Billie climbed up on the bed then landed full body on her brother.
She was so totally not going to do that favor for me.
I looked back at Mitch to see his eyes were on Billy. “If you’d like to follow me,” I invited and he tore his gaze from Billy to nod at me.
I led the way to the door of the back hall, punched in the code, opened it, moved through the back hall with Mitch following me and then I turned us into the break room.
I flipped on the light and Mitch closed us in.
I sucked in breath when my eyes hit his no longer soulful, now expressionless, still beautiful ones.
Fast. I needed to do this fast.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“We got a problem.”
Oh boy.
He kept talking before I even had time to brace.
“Remember I said that if your cousin was all the kinds of messes you know then he was probably all the kinds of messes I know?”