“I didn’t think I’d be able to lure you away from New Orleans,” Thomas told him as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Is Fiona settled?”
“Yeah. She’s excited for a fresh start.” Sam peered over his shoulder. “Is James here?”
“He’s in his office, I believe.”
Sam fidgeted with the file in his hands. “I need to talk to him.”
“Go ahead. Don’t worry. He’s cooled down in the last couple of years.”
“I’d hope so.” Sam gave Thomas a weak smile. “I’m going to go have a chat with James and then get settled in my office.”
“I’ll come looking for you when we’re done here. We need to discuss some things,” Thomas told him as he held the door open.
“Nice to meet you, Morgan. You too, ma’am.”
“Race,” I said.
“Race,” he repeated before he closed the door.
Thomas laughed, plopping down in his chair. “This is going to be fun.”
“Sure will be.”
“Where was I?” Thomas asked as he scratched his head.
“The name,” I reminded him as I glanced at Race.
She wasn’t herself.
She’d been entirely too quiet for the last hour.
“Tyler O’Shea.”
“Race, does that sound right?”
She seemed uninterested. “Yeah. I think so.”
“I’ll do some digging and see what I can come up with.” I stood, holding my hand out to Race. “Thanks for getting the name for me, Thomas.”
She placed her tiny palm in mine and I closed my fingers around her hand, helping her up from the chair.
“Morgan, can I talk to you in private for a moment?” Thomas asked.
Race glanced up.
“Go wait for me in my office. I’ll be right there,” I whispered to her.
She gave me a brief nod and left.
“What’s up, Thomas?” I asked as I sat back down.
“What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing,” I lied, shaking my head.
“I saw how you touched her. There’s something different about you two. And what the hell happened to her hands?”
“Listen,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, “you told me to stay with her to make sure she was safe last night. I did that.”
