“Detective Colby Chase, Metro PD.” He extended his hand to Aiden, but I moved between them.
Snarling, I hissed, “Do not touch him.”
“Detective Aiden Cooper, Sheriff’s Department.” He reached around me and shook the asshole’s hand while shooting me a questioning look.
I wanted to rage at the way he disobeyed me and it forced me to swallow the lump in my throat.
Detective Chase looked surprised, glancing back and forth between Aiden and myself before he shook my little bird’s hand. Then the asshole had the gall tosmirk.
“Keeping yourfriendsclose and all that, huh, Detective?” he said with a wink. “I’ll be seeing you around, Turner.”
With that, he walked out of the store.
Fucking asshole.
Aiden turned to me, a wary look on his face. “Nate, what the fuck was that?”
“Nothing to worry about.” I gritted my teeth and grabbed our stuff and walked to the register, ignoring his questions.
Fuck. Why the hell had Chase shown up when he did? What did he want?
Nothing good.
Aiden remained quiet, too quiet, all the way back to the car. Which, I shouldn’t have been surprised that when we left the store that was where he started walking. But a guy could hope.
My heart sank when we got there and he buckled himself, refusing to allow me to do anything for him.
Once I had the car started, he turned toward me again.
“Nate, why the fuck is a cop from the Metro PD threatening you.” His arms were crossed over his chest and he was in full detective mode, waiting to catch me in a lie. I was so fucked.
I shook my head. “That was barely a threat, little bird.”
“Don’t give me your bullshit, Nate. I asked a question and I want an answer.”
Glancing over at him, I shook my head. “It’s nothing like what you’re thinking. I promise.”
My head fell back against the headrest and I wondered how this was my life. The one cop in the city who wasn’t looking for me because of me being a serial killer had to be the one we ran into.
“Then tell me what it’s like.”
“I fucked his son, okay? We met at a bar last year and hooked up. Apparently, he didn’t know his kid was gay, or bi, or whatever. Somehow, it was my fault that he ended up at a gay bar before he even met me and that I went home with him.”
My hand came up and tugged at my hair as I looked over at Aiden, praying he believed me, considering it was the truth. But there were so many lies between us, I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.
“How did he find out?” His face had softened a little, but he was still reserving judgment against me.
I shrugged and gave a bitter laugh. “Fucking walked in while we were in the middle of having sex. Apparently, his dad had been trying to get ahold of him because of some family emergency, so he came over and let himself in. Neither of us heard him.”
Aiden’s shoulders relaxed. “I still don’t get how it’s your fault?”
“Join the club.” I rolled my eyes. “He said because I was older and bigger, not to mention the top, that I pressured his son into it.”
“That’s fucking bullshit.” Anger flashed in Aiden’s eyes, and it was nice to see him get mad in my defense. Even if I didn’t want him to have to defend me. But to know he believed me meant a lot.
I shrugged. “Yeah. He’s tried to make my life hell since.”
Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t uncovered the fact I was a serial killer, with how much he seemed to be digging into my life.
