Alec let out a hard, shaky laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Some days I wonder if you are the only one of us who know what they are doing.” He pulled his keys from his pocket and nodded toward the stairs. “Come on, I’ll drive.”
“Fuck that.” I pulled my own keys out to my Harley Night Train and grabbed the helmet I kept by the front door. “Every time I get in a car with you, someone loses their pants.”
The look Alec gave me was as hot as molten lava, but then that mask was back in place. “That was then.”
I winked at him. “Bet I could still get you out of yours.”
“Never said you couldn’t,” Alec replied coolly, “but I wouldn’t think you’d want to fuck your lover’s murderer.”
Alec gave me his back as he walked down the stairs, and my heart sank into the floor. His words echoed in the hallway, and I had to pull back the steel vault around my chest before I followed him.
He hadn’t been talking about the pile of dust in my bed.