She couldn’t understand a motive for that either. Still, sometimes people panicked under stress.
“I wonder if RJ and Melanie could be going through something similar to what we did,” she threw out there. “RJ could be believe Melanie killed Kenton and wants to protect her. And vice versa.” She stopped, shook her head. “But I just can’t believe either of them setting a fire in their own home.”
Mia groaned, set aside her tablet and went to look out the window. Maybe all those pretty flowers would ease some of the sense of dread that was claiming every inch of her. Of course, that was asking a lot of a beautiful view.
“Anything back from SAPD yet?” she asked, and she didn’t clarify what the anything was she was talking about.
No need. Along with the fire, it had to be weighing on Angel’s mind, too.
After they’d given their statements about the fire, Angel and she had also given their full statements to SAPD. Specially to the homicide detective, Asa Walker, who was in charge of the investigation into Kenton’s murder.
It hadn’t been easy.
In fact, it’d been damn hard to go through all of it yet once again, but now everything was out in the open, and they had to prepare themselves for the consequences. Because of the statute of limitations, they couldn’t be charged with anything involving the crime scene.
But that didn’t apply to the murder.
Mia didn’t believe there was enough evidence to charge anyone for that, including Angel or her, but the cops would want to keep looking. Keep digging. And maybe would find enough circumstantial evidence to initiate an arrest. If so, Birdie had to be a top suspect since her blood had been found on the knife—even though that wasn’t admissible because of the chain of custody issue with it.
“Nothing from Detective Walker,” he said.
Of course, she’d known there hadn’t been. No way would Angel keep something like that to himself.
Angel stood, too, and went to stand beside her. He might be hoping for that same mood lift since it felt as if they were getting nowhere. They were certainly no closer to finding Kenton’s killer, and it was obvious that someone wanted to make sure they never found out.
“Who’s doing this?” she murmured.
She turned to Angel just as he looked at her. And she saw it. The frustration on his face that had to mirror her own. But that expression seemed to change when their gazes locked.
Damn it.
There it was again. All that heat that seemed to have a life and mind of its own. Angel must have felt it, too, because he cursed under his breath.
“If I kiss you, we might not stop,” he spelled out. “We never did have much willpower when it came to each other.”
“I agree,” she couldn’t say fast enough.
They’d become lovers within a month of meeting each other and had stayed together for over two years. Mia had never thought for a second that the attraction between them had died when they’d gone their separate ways, and that look he was giving her was proof of it.
The logical part of her ordered her to go back to the sofa so she could continue to dig. The illogical part of her didn’t do that.
Cursing herself, and Angel, she moved in, hooking her arm around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers.
And, yep, there it was.
Instant scalding heat despite it not being as hard and hurried as their earlier kisses. But the intensity was there. Building, building. Building. And it only took a couple of seconds before there was no logical part of her left.
There was only the need.
So much need.
She fully turned toward him so that she could press her body to his. Angel was already helping with that anyway because he’d slipped his arm around her waist and was easing her forward. Her breasts landed against his chest, giving her another shot of that heat.
Not that she needed more.
But she took it, and let his touch and taste work magic on her mood. She certainly wasn’t thinking about, well, anything but Angel.
He slipped his hand underneath her top, his fingers brushing over her bare skin while his mouth continued to torment and tease. He’d been so right about the direction this kiss would take, and Mia knew one thing for sure.