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“Yes. I was not going to settle down until I had the means to provide.”
Right. Colton had already said that.
But he’d seemed to live it, too.
“You’ve got the means now.”
“Yes.”
“By the looks of things, you’ve had them for a while.”
“That’s correct.”
“Then why haven’t you settled down?”
“I never met another Haley.”
The ring of sincerity in the man’s tone almost convinced Ramsey that Jack Colton was telling the truth.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
L ucy didn’t wait for Ramsey to call her. No more late-night conversations between them unless there was an emergency that needed immediate attention. Those intimate hours in the dark of the night were far too personal, and reserved for her most private moments.
Saturday, an hour after his scheduled meeting with Jack Colton, Lucy called Ramsey. She was on her way home from Cincinnati—an impromptu trip to see Lori Givens, off the clock, with hopes of picking up the hair ribbon that Claire Sanderson had worn—disappointed and empty-handed. She’d pulled in to get gas and dialed Ramsey while she waited for a pump to clear.
“Miller.” She recognized his business voice in the one word.
“You at the office?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t keep you,” she said. “I just wanted to know how things went with Colton.”
“I got his DNA.”
She smiled at the tiny bit of ego she heard in his voice. “Good for you!”
“I actually have a few things to tell you when I can talk freely. Can I call you tonight?”
No. She’d made a decision. She knew her limits. Had a weakness where he was concerned.
Just like
her mother’s weakness for alcohol.
“Of course.”
She’d always been reticent by nature—she rarely shared anything—and suddenly she was wanting to tell this detective, this man, everything. Every thought. Every feeling.
“I’m on my way to Boston. Following a lead. I pulled over to take your call but was planning to call you when I got home.”
The bad mood her dead-end trip to Cincinnati had caused suddenly dissipated.
Nothing was resolved, different or better in any way, but she was smiling.
He’d been planning to call her.
“You’re like a fine glass of wine at the end of the day, Detective. You better watch out or I might get addicted.”
