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“Oh.” Kathlyn touched her dark brown hair as a small blush spotted her cheeks. “It’s nothing.” She shrugged a delicate shoulder.
“No, it really frames your face well. You look ten years younger.”
“Oh, Mr. Christian.” She giggled.
“This is my colleague, Andi Forester,” he said.
She supposed it was the proper investigative term, but she wondered how he’d introduce her outside of the case. As his friend? His girlfriend? Neither had discussed what their kisses meant, other than they wanted to move forward. But what that entailed, exactly, she wasn’t sure. At least not on his end.
“Nice to meet you,” Kathlyn said, holding out her hand.
“Pleasure,” Andi said, shaking her hand.
“We’re here to see Brad,” Christian said.
“I’m afraid Mr. Melling isn’t here.”
“When do you expect him back?” Andi asked.
Kathlyn leaned in as if imparting a secret. “He’s at Miss Veronica’s, so it could be tomorrow before he’s back ... if you know what I mean.”
Andi’s brows shot up. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Did you just say Miss Veronica’s, as in Veronica Gaiman?”
Kathlyn put a finger to her lips but smiled.
“How long has that been going on?” Andi asked.
“About six months.”
Christian’s eyes widened. “Sixmonths?”
Kathlyn nodded and moved to shut the door.
“Thanks,” he said.
“Yes, thank you,” Andi said, more questions to ask running through her mind, but Kathlyn was done talking. Andi could read it on her face, and shutting the door sealed the deal.
“Well, that was helpful and surprising,” Christian said as they walked down the drive for their car, a cool breeze floating in the hot air. The chill of night had faded, and the sun was beaming its heat down in flames.
“Kathlyn seems like a sweet lady,” she said.
“She is. She deserves so much better than working for Brad.”
The drive to Veronica Gaiman’s was a short one, fifteen minutes through a slew of neighborhoods with only a handful of house styles that just repeated.
They made their way to the door, and Christian rang the bell. It chimed in a series of irritating high notes.
After a moment, a woman in her thirties with beautiful caramel skin and dark hair answered the door.
“Hi, Rosario,” Christian said.
“Hello, Christian. Nice to see you.”
“Always nice to see you. This is my colleague, Andi Forester.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said.
Rosario nodded with a smile. “Miss Veronica is out by the pool. This way.”
