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“Of course.” It was only a small fib. Probably. “Can you keep Snick till tomorrow? She can sleep with Rita again.”
“Rita will like that,” he said gruffly.
“See you tomorrow.” Kit ended the call. “Sorry, Dr.Scott.”
“It’s fine, Kit. Family is important. I’m glad you have such a good one.”
“So am I.”
Scott smiled at her, glancing at the clock. “Same time next week?”
She sighed. “Yeah, sure. See you then.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Shelter Island Marina, San Diego, California
Tuesday, April 19, 9:30 p.m.
Kit had brought a little work home. Just a little. She’d received both Dr.Reeves’s and Skyler Carville’s cell phone records in her email that afternoon, so she’d go through them tonight. She still had to check out the five bars in Little Italy to do her part of the recon, but she could do that after Joel and Sam left.
Because Joel and Sam were coming here. What in blue blazes had prompted her to suggest they meet her here? Why hadn’t she just demanded they tell her over the phone? She couldn’t think of a single reason why.
Sessions with Dr.Scott messed with her head. That had to be it.
She wasn’t going to overthink it. Sam would give her the information and then he and Joel would leave her alone.
Which was how she liked it.
Liar.
Shut up and work.
She’d just sent the cell phone records to her home printer when she heard the footsteps up on deck. She made sure there was enough paper in the printer tray, then smoothed her slacks nervously.
Which was stupid. She didn’t get nervous. Not about stuff like this.
Not about men.
Not about Joel, for sure. Telling him they’d only be friends hadn’t been a chore at all. But Sam? There had been something there the first time she’d seen his photo. Hell, the first time she’d heard his voice on that initial anonymous call.
He was so damn nice.
And he was here.
She opened the door and stepped back to let the two men through. Both had to duck their heads as the doorway was just shy of six feet. Joel had a football player’s bulk, much like Connor Robinson, but Sam Reeves had the lean build of a runner.
“Hi,” she said, wanting to wince. Awkward was an understatement.
“Hi.” Sam looked around, seeming both curious and ill at ease. But he said nothing in the way of explanation, so Kit let him be.
Joel handed her two covered plates. “Can you warm these? I ate hours ago, so Betsy made me one, too.”
She went to the microwave, grateful for something to do. “Sit, please. Did you not want any, Dr.Reeves?”
“Your mother fed me,” Sam said wryly. “I don’t think I had much of a choice.”
She laughed. “That’s my mom.”
