The combined look of annoyance and anger didn’t scare her. None of the emotion was directed at her, and Dalton would never hurt her. He’d rather hurt himself than do harm to her.
It was an assumption someone who didn’t know the man, would think she was silly for making, but with everything that Dalton had shown her over the last couple of weeks she knew she was right.
“We should’ve done that with the box before we opened it,” Dalton ground out. “The fucker was holding it without gloves. His prints would be all over it. Now it’s got mine, Angel’s, and Hound’s as well.”
“You’re right, we should’ve done that,” Ox said, his voice firm. “And we still can. You know we have the ability to isolate yours, Hound’s, and Angel’s prints. All might not be lost.”
Steff hadn’t even thought about trying to get fingerprints from the box. The more pressing thing was what the note said, and the implications it elicited. “I don’t get any of this. I haven’t started something and not finished it. I’m not working, so it’s not like it’s from an employer, but it’ ridiculous they would go to that extreme.”
What she was saying made no sense, because it didn’t to her. She was just saying the first things that came to her mind.
“We could get it solved quickly if Cass comes back with a print. Not to mention the ID of the guy who delivered it. We won’t stop looking until we’ve found an answer for you.”
Could she believe what Ox was saying?
He ran Alliez Security, he had to have good knowledge of what they could and couldn’t do, but there was nothing much to go on as far as Steff could tell.
The car was a bust because of the plates being stolen. As much as she hoped and believed they could get a print from the box and letter, she wasn’t putting all her eggs in that basket.
“What’s going on here?” A deep voice sounded behind her.
“Isaac, good that you could make it. How’s Marie?” Ox smiled at the newcomer.
He took a seat opposite Steff. She recognized him from Teresa’s place, but she didn’t know how he fit into the group. She hadn’t been paying much attention to anything, or anyone, apart from Dalton.
He looked older than everyone, as if he’d seen a lot in his life. He was ruggedly handsome, with silver sprinkled through his dark hair. He had a large smile on his face, which had appeared at Ox’s question.
“She’s good. At home sleeping, as she came off a night shift.” He looked at Steff and smiled. “My wife’s an ER doctor. And I’m Isaac Warner.”
“Steff Price.”
“I know.” He said the two words quietly, so she couldn’t be sure if that was what he’d said. His smile dropped a fraction.
Had he been one of the men who’d rescued her that night? She hadn’t asked Dalton to tell her which of the men he worked with, were there with him. She assumed it was his closest friends and teammates. But perhaps all of the men in this room had been there.
“What’s happening here?” he asked again. “Anything I can help with?”
She expected Ox to tell Isaac what was going on, but he deferred to Dalton, who told the newcomer the events of the morning so far.
Isaac leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. Was he running through everything to see if he could see a connection that all the other’s had missed?
There was a certain aura around him, as if he’d seen and done a lot.
“What are you thinking?” Dalton asked.
Isaac flicked his gaze to her before looking back at Dalton.
What was that look all about?
Did he know something?
“Can I see a picture of the delivery guy?” Not what she’d been expecting Isaac to ask. She thought for sure he was going to come out with something profound that would solve the mystery.
“Sure.” Ox handed him a tablet.
“Do you want something to drink?” Steff startled at Dalton’s question. She’d been so focused on Isaac that she hadn’t seen or felt Dalton moving closer to her.
He was so close his lips almost brushed her ear. An unexpected shaft of desire settled low in her belly.
