Lee’s lips twitched at Hank’s reference to the Command Center but he said, “You can talk in front of Indy.”
Hank quickly sucked some breath into his nose and then on an exhalation said, “I was afraid of that.”
I passed coffee all around, everyone took it black except me. I jumped up on the counter to listen.
“They think they caught a break. Shubert had been dead more than a day, looks professional, but they found fresh blood at scene. Whoever broke in cut themselves at the window. They’re hoping that the killer went back in search of something.”
Without thinking, I looked to my shoulder, where I’d landed on the glass, pulling back my tee to see if I’d been cut. I hadn’t noticed any cuts or felt any but the time since the break-in had been pretty filled up with emotional mayhem, a cut could go unnoticed.
Then it hit me how very, very stupid I was and I turned, slowly, back to the men.
Lee had a hand at his waist, the other one holding the mug and he was looking at his feet. I was pretty sure he was trying not to smile (at least I hoped so). Matt and Bobby, who were undoubtedly recruited for clean up last night and knew the whole story, were both watching me and smiling, flat out.
Hank was staring at me like I was a particularly gruesome roadside accident.
Hank’s eyes swung to Lee.
“I was worried it was yours.”
Both Matt and Bobby pulled in breath at this shocking statement.
Even Lee was incredulous. “I wouldn’t leave blood at a scene. Hell, I wouldn’t even break a f**king window.”
I stared at Lee, wondering uncomfortably how often he had the opportunity to “leave blood at a scene”.
Hank’s eyes swung back to me.
Uh-oh.
“Please tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this.”
I tried to look innocent. Since I was not, it was hard. Especially with Hank, Hank was a smart guy and he knew me too well.
“With what?” I asked.
“Indy, I swear to God –” Hank started.
Lee’s coffee cup hit the counter, he grabbed mine and set it down, pulled me off the counter and into the bedroom, where he closed the door.
“Shirt off,” he demanded.
“What? Now?” I stared at him, confused.
Lightening quick, he had the shirt pulled over my head. At this point, I was pretty glad I put on my bra.
“Where’d you land?” he asked and I stared at him. “When Tex threw you through the window, where’d you land?”
Oh. That’s what he was on about.
“Back right shoulder,” I told him.
He whipped me around and his hands roamed my skin, then before I knew what he was about, they came around to the front and undid my jeans and the jeans were down to my ankles.
“For goodness sake, Lee!” I cried.
He’d disrobed me in nary a second. I would have thought it was impossible if he hadn’t just done it.
I tried to bend over and grab my jeans but his hands were all business and running down the backs of my hips, thighs and calves.