"Well, aren't you just the center of attention anytime a roomful of men shows up," Raborn said.
"Jealous?" I asked.
"Of what, the men?"
"You're jealous of something. If it's not the men, then what the fuck is it?"
"Are you calling me a homosexual?"
Edward touched my shoulder, more firmly this time, and moved me back so he could step between us. He was probably one of the few people in the world that I would have let move me back.
"Let's all calm down." He had found Ted's good-ol'-boy voice again. It was a voice to make you agree to anything, or at least not mind disagreeing.
We were saved by Raborn's radio. He was called to the crime scene to deal with something. The tension in the room dropped by a ton when he left, and it wasn't just me who felt the relief. It showed on Lorenzo and Tilford both.
"What is his problem with you?" Lorenzo asked.
"I have no idea," I said, and finally let myself sit down on the edge of the bed, careful to keep the blanket between me and the sheets.
"It feels like you have history," Tilford said.
"I swear to you that I've never met Raborn."
"Maybe you have a friend in common, or an enemy," Lorenzo said.
That made me look at him. "That's a good idea, Lorenzo; I'll see if I've ever pissed off anyone Raborn's close to."
"Hey, I'm not just another pretty face," he said, and grinned.