Page 49 of Broken Daddy
If she was his, that is.
But she wasn’t. So she didn’t owe him anything.
Except an americano untainted by salt.
To his surprise, Silla and Mac worked together to get her over to him. He wasn’t sure if either of them realized just how loud they were. Especially Silla. Her voice was like a foghorn. He’d heard her earlier saying that she thought his actions the other night were romantic.
How she’d come to that conclusion, he had no idea.
He watched as Devi reluctantly walked over to him. Poor girl had no idea what she was walking into and she was clearly nervous.
Hayes thought back on the email he’d received just before from Liam. He’d sent all of the information he’d found on the last few clients of Stein’s who had ended up in jail. Liam had looked into their families and connections, searching for anyone who might have been angry enough to seek revenge on Stein.
None of the information had meant that much to him. And Liam had put notes against family members and friends who had a record or who lived in the state.
Which meant they had around twenty-five suspects.
Not a small list.
However, none of that interested him as much as the fact that he knew someone on the list.
The woman who was now standing on the other side of the table from him.
He knew Devi wasn’t sending the threats. That wasn’t the sort of person she was.
Although she did seem to like a spot of revenge.
Still, he couldn’t imagine her threatening anyone.
However, it was interesting that her brother was the last client of Stein’s to go to jail. Liam was going to dig deeper into the cases.
Perhaps Stein had really fucked one of them over.
With how jumpy he was, Hayes wouldn’t be surprised if he did have some idea of what was going on. Something that he was keeping from all of them.
Hayes considered asking her about her brother’s case. But then he’d have to explain how he knew. No doubt she’d get upset if she thought she was being investigated.
It wasn’t a smart idea.
“I don’t think that’s where I told you to stand,” he said without looking up.
“You didn’t tell me anything,” she said. “You pointed. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to point?”
“She said it was rude to point at someone. I didn’t point at you. I pointed at the floor. I crooked a finger at you.”
“Still rude to crook a finger.”
“I haven’t heard that one.” He glanced up at her. “I’d like to go home at some stage tonight. Come here.”
She huffed out a breath, sticking her hip out and putting her hand on it. And to his utter shock, he felt himself nearly smile.
What the hell was that?
His lips shouldn’t even remember how to smile anymore.
He made sure to keep his face impassive as he continued to just stare at her.
Then she stomped around in front of him. “Are you happy?”
