make mistakes.”
Low blow. Nausea coiled hot and low in her belly. Her fist clenched around the handle of the milk jug, but she forced herself not to react in any other way.
Through the glass window, she watched Darsh cross the room toward them. Whereas Ully Mason was good-looking in a powerful, blunt, hockey player kind of way, Darsh was the classic tall, dark, and handsome. No wonder she’d been attracted to him all those years ago. He had straight black brows, sharp cheekbones, full bottom lip. His pretty face didn’t diminish his masculinity. The tall broad-shouldered frame and long legs filled out those tactical clothes in a way that made women drool. All the females in the office were casting him covert looks that thanked the world for hot guys.
Maybe that was Ully’s problem. He didn’t like competition.
She, for one, wasn’t interested in either of them. Not even for a no-strings hook up. There were always strings, and they were usually wrapped around her heart or her pride. Either way, they strangled self-esteem.
Darsh’s hair shone blue-black in the artificial light. His jacket rustled as he stood in the doorway.
She introduced him to Ully and held out a mug. “There’s sugar around here somewhere if you need it.” She pointed in the general direction of the countertop.
He shook his head. “This is good. Thank you.” He blew on the top and took a sip. His light brown skin gave him a healthy glow, especially in a land of shockingly white winter skin. Even her tan looked wan less than twenty-four hours back in the land of snow and ice.
Ully’s stare was resentful. “Where you from originally?”
A stillness came over Darsh. The expression in those black eyes so cold it made her nape prickle.
“Quantico,” he said quietly.
Ully’s expression grew mulish.
She hid a smile. Ully was right about one thing. They all made mistakes—he’d clearly underestimated the fed. As much as she enjoyed watching alpha males posture, she needed to get the investigation moving. “Any luck tracking down the other roommate?”
“I found her.” Dispelling the tension, Ully turned and poured himself a coffee, then stood with his back against the sink. “Tanya Whitehouse. She was at a party that was still going strong at a frat house on campus. Had her tongue down Jason Brady’s throat when I got there around eleven-thirty.”
Jason Brady was Drew Hawke’s best friend.
She grunted. “I saw Brady on the street outside his house when I drove to Cassie’s house last night. Around 10:04 PM.” He’d been wearing dark track pants and a zipped hoody. Sneakers. Considering the guy was on the football team he rarely wore anything else except his Ravens’ uniform on game day.
Ully continued. “They hadn’t heard about the murders when I picked Tanya up. Otherwise things might have gotten hairy.”
There could have been a riot.
“She still here?” Erin asked. The hot drink was thawing out her insides. It was the first time she’d felt even vaguely human in hours.
“I dropped her back at the sorority house a few hours ago. Romano took her statement. She was pretty shook up. I told her you’d be in touch today and to stay available.” Ully looked pointedly at Agent Singh. “You going to reopen the Hawke investigation?”
Erin kept her expression neutral as she watched Darsh’s reaction. People around here weren’t much on subtlety. It was both a blessing and a curse.
“I’m here to help find this killer.” Darsh straightened, and she realized he was taller than Ully.
“The sooner the better,” Ully said grimly.
“As long as we nail the right guy.” The fed took another sip of coffee.
She and Ully exchanged a look.
“What’s your plan of action?” Singh asked her pointedly.
She finished her coffee and quickly washed up her mug. She did not want him hanging over her shoulder, but she needed to keep an eye on him. The fact they’d slept together and that he’d obviously formed an
Low blow. Nausea coiled hot and low in her belly. Her fist clenched around the handle of the milk jug, but she forced herself not to react in any other way.
Through the glass window, she watched Darsh cross the room toward them. Whereas Ully Mason was good-looking in a powerful, blunt, hockey player kind of way, Darsh was the classic tall, dark, and handsome. No wonder she’d been attracted to him all those years ago. He had straight black brows, sharp cheekbones, full bottom lip. His pretty face didn’t diminish his masculinity. The tall broad-shouldered frame and long legs filled out those tactical clothes in a way that made women drool. All the females in the office were casting him covert looks that thanked the world for hot guys.
Maybe that was Ully’s problem. He didn’t like competition.
She, for one, wasn’t interested in either of them. Not even for a no-strings hook up. There were always strings, and they were usually wrapped around her heart or her pride. Either way, they strangled self-esteem.
Darsh’s hair shone blue-black in the artificial light. His jacket rustled as he stood in the doorway.
She introduced him to Ully and held out a mug. “There’s sugar around here somewhere if you need it.” She pointed in the general direction of the countertop.
He shook his head. “This is good. Thank you.” He blew on the top and took a sip. His light brown skin gave him a healthy glow, especially in a land of shockingly white winter skin. Even her tan looked wan less than twenty-four hours back in the land of snow and ice.
Ully’s stare was resentful. “Where you from originally?”
A stillness came over Darsh. The expression in those black eyes so cold it made her nape prickle.
“Quantico,” he said quietly.
Ully’s expression grew mulish.
She hid a smile. Ully was right about one thing. They all made mistakes—he’d clearly underestimated the fed. As much as she enjoyed watching alpha males posture, she needed to get the investigation moving. “Any luck tracking down the other roommate?”
“I found her.” Dispelling the tension, Ully turned and poured himself a coffee, then stood with his back against the sink. “Tanya Whitehouse. She was at a party that was still going strong at a frat house on campus. Had her tongue down Jason Brady’s throat when I got there around eleven-thirty.”
Jason Brady was Drew Hawke’s best friend.
She grunted. “I saw Brady on the street outside his house when I drove to Cassie’s house last night. Around 10:04 PM.” He’d been wearing dark track pants and a zipped hoody. Sneakers. Considering the guy was on the football team he rarely wore anything else except his Ravens’ uniform on game day.
Ully continued. “They hadn’t heard about the murders when I picked Tanya up. Otherwise things might have gotten hairy.”
There could have been a riot.
“She still here?” Erin asked. The hot drink was thawing out her insides. It was the first time she’d felt even vaguely human in hours.
“I dropped her back at the sorority house a few hours ago. Romano took her statement. She was pretty shook up. I told her you’d be in touch today and to stay available.” Ully looked pointedly at Agent Singh. “You going to reopen the Hawke investigation?”
Erin kept her expression neutral as she watched Darsh’s reaction. People around here weren’t much on subtlety. It was both a blessing and a curse.
“I’m here to help find this killer.” Darsh straightened, and she realized he was taller than Ully.
“The sooner the better,” Ully said grimly.
“As long as we nail the right guy.” The fed took another sip of coffee.
She and Ully exchanged a look.
“What’s your plan of action?” Singh asked her pointedly.
She finished her coffee and quickly washed up her mug. She did not want him hanging over her shoulder, but she needed to keep an eye on him. The fact they’d slept together and that he’d obviously formed an
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