Page 69 of Innocent Intent

“I do.”

Davis turned to leave, stopping after only a few steps before he turned to face Tia again. “I do have one more question, Ms. Murphy.”

“Yes?”

“You’re adamant that Cassidy didn’t kill her husband. Do you have any idea who did and why?”

And there it was. The lack of ability to maintain eye contact. The small tell that she knew something. Maybe not who killed Williams, but there was something she was holding back, confirming that gut feeling that Davis had yet again.

“No. I haven’t got a clue. Like I said, I didn’t know much about the guy outside of his relationship with Cass. There’s no way I could know who he pissed off enough to shoot him.”

Shoot him?

“Right. Again, enjoy the rest of your day, Ms. Murphy. I hope I didn’t cause too much of a disruption.”

Her eyes swept his body lustfully. “Not at all. You enjoy your day as well, Detective.”

22.

“Detective.” Despite how her body reacted to the sight of Davis on her doorstep, Cassidy’s greeting was less than welcoming. She was unsure about where she stood with him and still trying to process why she cared so much about the man who had proven he lacked consistency with how he felt about her.

“You busy?” When Davis’s eyes moved past her, searching what little of her home he could see from the doorway, she exhaled a sigh and forced her arms across her chest.

“What are you doing here, Nate?”

She softened her demeanor, unable to stick with the frustration she felt from his unannounced visit. Regardless of everything that transpired between the two, she was logical enough to understand his position and hers. Davis had a job to do. One that was complicated by the connection they both undoubtedly felt. She could lie all she wanted, but Cassidy truly missed his presence.

“Had a few questions. You mind if I come in for a minute?”

Cassidy angled her head to the side, peering at Davis. “You sure that’s a good idea? Maybe we should head to the station instead.”

“I deserve that. Not gonna say it doesn’t sting a little bit, but I had it coming.”

“Yes, you did,” she huffed but stepped out aside, allowing him enough space to enter her home. Davis made himself comfortable in the living room while Cassidy continued to the kitchen. She noticed the ease with which he settled onto the sofa in her home like he belonged there. “Can I get you anything to drink? Water, juice, a beer?”

She waited, and when Davis lifted his eyes to her, delivering an insanely unfair smile, she did her best to keep her own hidden. “No coffee this time?”

“No . . .” She reached for the bottle of wine she’d opened right before he arrived. “I googled it. Might not be a good idea to offer you coffee, Detective.”

Davis chuckled and nodded. “Might not be a good idea for you to have that either.” She glanced his way and caught his eye just in time to see him motion toward the glass of wine she poured. Her body flushed with warmth from memories of New York when a few glasses of wine had ended with Davis in her bed.

“I think I can handle myself. You want one?”

“I’ll take a beer if you have any.” He offered a lazy smile, and she enjoyed how his eyes leisurely crawled over her body. The oversized sweatshirt concealed her physique, but the midthigh yoga shorts left her legs exposed. Either way, it didn’t matter. Davis had already seen every inch of her body.

After grabbing his beer, she carried it and the glass of wine to the living room, handing it to Davis before she tucked herself into the corner of the sofa opposite where he sat. Cassidy lifted her legs and folded them beneath her before cradling her wineglass and taking a sip as she peered at Davis over the rim. “You had questions?”

Davis cleared his throat, balancing the beer on his knee. “Yeah, I wanted to ask about the day your bank stated they called to verify the transfers.”

“What about it?” Cassidy’s nose wrinkled slightly before she lifted the glass of wine.

“They were adamant about contacting you. Said they used your number, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And it was noted they spoke with you?”

“According to the associate, yes.”

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