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Ethan glanced at the name and nodded in agreement. "It's worth checking out. If there's any link between Candace, the Clarks, and these hospital visits, might explain some things."
With renewed determination, Rachel gathered the relevant files and stood up, the legs of her chair scraping against the linoleum floor.
"I thought we were calling it a night," Ethan said.
She hesitated. "Yeah... yeah, we need to."
Rachel frowned, glancing at the files. She sighed. "Maybe bright and early would be better anyway. Clarks might not shoot us if they're not under the cover of night."
"You really think they might shoot us?"
"You know them better than me. You tell me."
Ethan hesitated, and then shrugged. "Jeb might."
"Is that just because he once gave you a lickin."
Ethan rolled her eyes at the exaggerated southern accent she'd just put on. "You teasing me?"
"Mhmm."
She smiled and turned, but not before casting her glance back and giving him a once over.
"Like what you see?" he said.
It was a question that instantly changed the tenor.
The two of them were alone in the precinct interrogation hall. The evening had moved on tonight. Other officers could be heard moving around downstairs, but for now, they were alone.
She realized Ethan was watching her casually, but there was a question in his gaze.
She stared back.
"How's that?" she said.
"You were watching me back at the motel," he replied. "In the reflection of your computer."
He stared at her. She blinked.
It was true, of course, but she'd thought they'd neatly brushed that incident under the rug. What sort of person just blatantlymentionedsomething like that? What game was he playing?
She frowned, opened her mouth, then closed it again.
"Am I wrong?" he said casually. He crossed his arms.
"Might have caught a glimpse," she said. "Felt like you were putting on a show."
He held out the flats of his palms. "Don't be so defensive, Rachel."
"Ranger Blackwood," she snapped, frowning.
He didn't look perturbed by her sudden burst of temper. Instead, he smirked. "Ah, see, now you're blushing." He leaned in, peering down at her, drawing close.
He was only a couple of inches away now.
Rachel tensed. For a moment, she wondered if she ought to punch him in the neck.
But those instincts subsided, and others took their place as the two of them stood in the precinct, with only a sliver of warm breath to separate them.
