Oh, he had already put that into a voice note to add to the report for the drive.
“I’ve got it, partner. You look tired. Are you going to crash until dinner? Or do you want to talk?” he asked, hinting at the fact he knew something was wrong.
Definitely.
Yeah, Corbin wasNOTdoing that. How was he supposed to articulate that Alex turned him on, when nothing did anymore? Or that he reminded him of his dead husband?
Oh, that was chaos in the making.
Instead, he took the chicken shit way out.
“I need a nap,” he admitted. “It was a long one last week. Wake me for dinner.”
And that was all he said.
It told Alex all he wanted to know. Someone was not having a conversation with him. He was going to need to talk to Elizabeth then, since Corbin was definitely off.
Maybe he needed a break.
“I’ll be working here at the table after a shower,” Alex admitted. “I’ll wake you up. You know how unpredictable Elizabeth can be.”
Oh, he did.
All.
The.
Time.
While Corbin hadn’t worked with her long, he knew that she could pop in at any second, or make a call. You were at her beck and call if you were working with her.
“Great. Let me know what I’ve missed,” Corbin said.
Alex knew what he meant.
They had access to her drive, and on it, there was her checking in with Jeffery Von Gunter. Elizabeth would be heading to the hotel shortly, because she didn’t play around, even on day one of the investigation.
As soon as she got that DNA, she was hitting the ground running hard.
“I’ll wake you up,” Alex admitted, sniffing himself. “and get this shirt laundered. Later, though, I’m going to sleep like the dead tonight,” Alex admitted.
Corbin didn’t laugh, and that worried Alex.
He didn’t understand why Corbin was pulling away from their partnership, but he’d seen it happen before.
All.
Too.
Many.
Times.
Instead, Corbin was to the point.
“Wake me if something comes up.”
That’s when he felt something being thrown over him to cover his body.
