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“Is there actually a baby or did they only hatch a scheme?”
He shrugs those broad shoulders. “I have no idea. Don’t rightfully care.”
“I’m sorry.” I look to the floor and then back to Miles. “For more than you being used like that. I shouldn’t have run.”
I glance over my shoulder. Jake is still standing at the bar, chatting with a few people around him.
Miles shifts to look at him as well. “Right into another man’s arms.”
I see how it looks, how an alpha guy like him could be angry. Jealous. “Jake’s just a friend.”
Jake looks up and gives me a wink.
“You sure about that?” Miles asks.
A guy comes in the door, looks around, and spots Jake. Heads his way. Gives him a kiss.
“Pretty sure,” I reply.
Miles grins. “Yeah, I guess he’s not my competition.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“We’re a couple of hotheads, aren’t we?” Miles says.
I sigh. “Yes. I think we need to take some time to get to know each other.”
“All I have is time, sweetheart, but there’s some heavy shit that keeps getting in the way.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear.
I crave that touch, and I grasp his wrist and give it a squeeze. “Lots of heavy shit.”
“Hopkins!”
We turn at Mark’s voice.
“Oh, fuck. What now?” Miles grumbles.
Peterson approaches. Instead of his usual weekend swagger, his gaze is hard. Sharp. His shoulders are back. Cop mode.
“Got a call from the coroner.” He waggles his cell in the air.
“Now?” Miles says.
Peterson looks up at him, nods. “We put a rush on the autopsy of the body from the creek and the coroner thought this might not want to wait until Monday.”
I frown and glance up at Miles.
Miles sets his hand on my back. “If you’re going to tell me I have something to do with the murder, we’re going to have a problem, Peterson.”
He gives Miles a quick glance and shakes his head. Then he looks at me. “I feel confident you’re off the hook, Bridger. She dates the murder to a couple months ago.”
That doesn’t clear Chance, but I see Miles deflate a little out of relief. It looks like Mark has more to say.
“What else is there?” Miles asks.
I nod. “Yes. What did she find?”
“The body…” He heaves out a sigh and looks at me. “The body has been identified as Joseph Hopkins. DNA matches yours on file.”
