That, or a wild animal I had no business petting.
Sharing details about my real life and family, even with Rhys, was a huge mistake.
One I wouldn’t be making again.
I kept talking, not giving him the chance to ask any follow-ups. “I’m twenty-six. Not a crime-fighting prodigy.”
He didn’t relax at that. If anything, his jaw seemed to clench harder.
Whatever. I had myself to stress about. I didn’t need to shoulder his stress—which was also probably about me.
I managed to slip free of his hold to walk inside just as Harlow came into the break room.
Her smile was instantaneous. “Hey, Lo. I thought I’d walk you through a couple things before shift starts.”
“Gimme a second,” Rhys said from behind me.
I ignored him and moved to Harlow. “Let’s go.”
The only movement from the pretty redhead was her eyes darting between me and the jerk behind me.
I kept going, heading into the hall and toward the main room. I was halfway there when Harlow caught up to me.
“Uh, are you okay?” she asked quietly.
“Peachy.”
“Riiiight,” she drawled in a way that made it clear she didn’t believe me. “So that tension with Rhys is just…”
“What tension?”
“Riiiight,” she repeated with more sarcasm that time. She opened her mouth to say more, but a couple of guys who were headed toward the hallway veered our way.
Guys I’d seen during my kitchen inspection.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
It’s all falling apart.
The fear had been in the back of my mind since Captain Talbot gave me the stupid assignment. Initially, I’d hoped to be recognized from the beginning to cut the undercover assignment short, but things had changed. I wanted to stay and dig and dig until I found the bone.
As in, solve the mystery, not theotherkind of bone…
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CLASS IS IN SESSION
LUNA
My inner panic was for nothing.There wasn’t a flicker of recognition from either man. No lowered brows or tilted heads while they tried to place where they’d seen me before. Just friendly smiles.
A change of clothes, hair left down, and some makeup, and I’m in disguise. I’m beginning to understand how Superman got away with being Clark Kent.
“New bartender, right?” one asked. At my nod, he gestured to the side. “This is Andy. I’m Kodie.”
“I’m Lo,” I introduced.
