blown with him. He knows that I’m working and not really Dirk’s girlfriend.”
Joan snorted. “You think you aren’t Dirk’s girlfriend? You keep thinking that, honey.”
“I’m not, Joan. This will be over with the case.”
She snorted again, but didn’t say anything.
***
Dirk calmed down and realized he wanted to see Riley. Needed to see Riley, to make sure she was okay. He had to see for himself. Touch her. Hold her.
What the fuck was his problem? She wasn’t his girlfriend, but he felt protective of her. Should he resist?
No. He had to see her. He could get mad at her when he knew she was safe. He wouldn’t know she was safe until he knew with his own eyes.
As his driver took him to the police station, Dirk pondered what role Zeke had in all this. Why had Zeke been meeting with Riley? What information did he have, and why didn’t he give it to Dirk? When had he figured out Riley wasn’t his girlfriend?
This case had become more complicated as time went on. He’d figured it was someone disgruntled with him, and he’d have put odds that it was Chad. Where did Zeke fit into this? What did Zeke know?
Dirk sighed, wishing this trip would take less time. He wanted to see Riley. He wanted answers also. This was his company they were tampering with. His livelihood. Damn them. He’d built this company.
He could build another one, but he didn’t want to. Being with Riley had reminded him that there was more to life than working. That lots of people did other things besides work. And maybe he could, too.
Riley had hobbled into his life on red pumps and turned it all upside down. For the first time in his life, he felt out of control. He didn’t have a plan for what was next. He didn’t know he needed a plan for what was next.
Finally, his driver pulled into the lot of the police station. Dirk no longer needed to be alone with his thoughts.
The police station was abuzz with activity. Dirk strode to the front desk. “I’m here to see Riley Adams.”
The woman at the desk gave him a blank look.
“She’s being questioned as a witness in the shooting.”
“Which shooting? The coffee shop? The one in the alley last night, or the one dead body we found this morning?”
He blinked. Why did he live in such a crime-ridden city? He’d never thought about how often people were involved in violent crimes. His driver whisked him past things that happened. He’d never thought of himself as out of touch, but he was.
In her short time with him, Riley had shown him so many things. Some, like this crime, he wished he didn’t know about. “The coffee shop.”
“Okay. You her lawyer?”
“Does she need one?”
“I don’t know. Is she a suspect?”
“No, a witness.”
“Then you can’t go see her. You’ll have to wait until she’s done giving her statement.”
“What if I’m her husband?” Dirk said.
This low-level bureaucrat was not going to keep him from Riley. He ran a company, damn her. He shouldn’t be barred from seeing his woman.
His woman? Well, his temporary woman.
“Are you her husband?”
“Yes.”
The woman frowned, but her tired eyes said she didn’t feel like challenging him on it. What was she going to say? He didn’t have a ring on, but plenty of couples never wore wedding rings.
The woman made a phone call. Then she buzzed him through a door. Guess he didn’t look like a terrorist. “She’s in Interrogation Room Three.”
He nodded, not having any idea where that was. If she didn’t mind him wandering around a police station, he wasn’t going to argue.
Turned out, the room was easy to spot. He knocked, then entered before anyone told him he couldn’t.
Riley sat at a metal table, a coffee in front of her. She didn’t look as if anyone had worked her over.
She eyed him, clearly not sure what his mood was. He smiled at her. She was okay, and his heart breathed a sigh of relief. She looked tired. That was it.
“You are?” the man who was speaking to
Joan snorted. “You think you aren’t Dirk’s girlfriend? You keep thinking that, honey.”
“I’m not, Joan. This will be over with the case.”
She snorted again, but didn’t say anything.
***
Dirk calmed down and realized he wanted to see Riley. Needed to see Riley, to make sure she was okay. He had to see for himself. Touch her. Hold her.
What the fuck was his problem? She wasn’t his girlfriend, but he felt protective of her. Should he resist?
No. He had to see her. He could get mad at her when he knew she was safe. He wouldn’t know she was safe until he knew with his own eyes.
As his driver took him to the police station, Dirk pondered what role Zeke had in all this. Why had Zeke been meeting with Riley? What information did he have, and why didn’t he give it to Dirk? When had he figured out Riley wasn’t his girlfriend?
This case had become more complicated as time went on. He’d figured it was someone disgruntled with him, and he’d have put odds that it was Chad. Where did Zeke fit into this? What did Zeke know?
Dirk sighed, wishing this trip would take less time. He wanted to see Riley. He wanted answers also. This was his company they were tampering with. His livelihood. Damn them. He’d built this company.
He could build another one, but he didn’t want to. Being with Riley had reminded him that there was more to life than working. That lots of people did other things besides work. And maybe he could, too.
Riley had hobbled into his life on red pumps and turned it all upside down. For the first time in his life, he felt out of control. He didn’t have a plan for what was next. He didn’t know he needed a plan for what was next.
Finally, his driver pulled into the lot of the police station. Dirk no longer needed to be alone with his thoughts.
The police station was abuzz with activity. Dirk strode to the front desk. “I’m here to see Riley Adams.”
The woman at the desk gave him a blank look.
“She’s being questioned as a witness in the shooting.”
“Which shooting? The coffee shop? The one in the alley last night, or the one dead body we found this morning?”
He blinked. Why did he live in such a crime-ridden city? He’d never thought about how often people were involved in violent crimes. His driver whisked him past things that happened. He’d never thought of himself as out of touch, but he was.
In her short time with him, Riley had shown him so many things. Some, like this crime, he wished he didn’t know about. “The coffee shop.”
“Okay. You her lawyer?”
“Does she need one?”
“I don’t know. Is she a suspect?”
“No, a witness.”
“Then you can’t go see her. You’ll have to wait until she’s done giving her statement.”
“What if I’m her husband?” Dirk said.
This low-level bureaucrat was not going to keep him from Riley. He ran a company, damn her. He shouldn’t be barred from seeing his woman.
His woman? Well, his temporary woman.
“Are you her husband?”
“Yes.”
The woman frowned, but her tired eyes said she didn’t feel like challenging him on it. What was she going to say? He didn’t have a ring on, but plenty of couples never wore wedding rings.
The woman made a phone call. Then she buzzed him through a door. Guess he didn’t look like a terrorist. “She’s in Interrogation Room Three.”
He nodded, not having any idea where that was. If she didn’t mind him wandering around a police station, he wasn’t going to argue.
Turned out, the room was easy to spot. He knocked, then entered before anyone told him he couldn’t.
Riley sat at a metal table, a coffee in front of her. She didn’t look as if anyone had worked her over.
She eyed him, clearly not sure what his mood was. He smiled at her. She was okay, and his heart breathed a sigh of relief. She looked tired. That was it.
“You are?” the man who was speaking to
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