“If you’re man enough to try, lad,” Ian said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Enough.” Becca stepped between them and held out her hands. “No one is breaking my furniture.” She turned to Ian. His entire body was rigid and his look unconvinced. If she was smart, she’d just walk away and let the two go at it. At least then Ian might be hauled off to jail and out of her hair until he could make bail. Her momma and Quinn would kick her ass.Just be polite,she reminded herself while plastering a smile on her face. She could do that. At least she could pretend.
“Danny is a good friend and here to ask you some questions.” She turned to Danny, who had his gaze locked with Ian’s. The pissing contest was about tocommence if she didn’t stop it now. “Ian here….well, he’s just being Ian. He’s a family friend, so just ask him what you need to know.”
Danny flashed his badge and announced who he was to keep the rest of the questioning professional. “Where were you yesterday?”
“A wedding, why?” Ian answered him and raised his brow while settling his gaze on Becca.
“And after the wedding?”
“I brought Becca home and then stayed the night. We dinnae leave the house until this morning when I took her back to get her car.”
“I’ll need you to come to the office to make a formal statement tomorrow, so we’ll have a record of Becca’s alibi.”
Ian crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at Danny. “Why does Becca need an alibi?”
“I’ll explain later,” Becca said, trying to usher Danny from the room. Danny shooed her hands away and remained unmoving.
“She didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
Danny’s lips twitched.
“He knows I’m psychic. He knows I see things in my dreams.”
Danny reluctantly dropped Ian’s gaze to meet Becca’s. His eyes searched hersand held a tinge of disappointment. “You told him about the dreams?”
“I told him a killer comes in my dreams. That’s all.”
You didn’t tell him about the murder?she heard Danny ask.
“No,” she answered out loud.
“Donae be a wanker. Whatever you’re saying to her in your mind that she’s answering, you can say out loud.”
Danny’s mouth parted. “You told him you could read minds, but you didn’t tell him about your connection with the killer, and how he killed that woman last night?”
“I had too much to drink last night. He figured out my mind reading when I was answering his unasked questions.” Becca rested her fists on her hips. “I hadn’t told him much about the killer, but you just blew that out of the water.”
“Becca, I’m sorry.”
Aggravation settled in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t sure who she was more aggravated with: Ian for being Ian, and now knowing her secret, or Danny for being the one to fill in the blanks. “It’s fine.”
Becca sidestepped everyone and opened the door. “Thanks for coming by.”
Danny walked to the door and stopped. “Remember your promise.”
“I know. If he stalks anyone else, I won’t go after him myself, and you’ll be the first one I tell.”
“You knew the killer had picked a victim? You could see her?” Ian asked.
“Yeah, and she tried to stop him. She could have gotten herself killed,” Danny said, walking out the door. He glanced back. “Sweet dreams, Becca.”
Chapter Seven
Ian leanedagainst the doorjamb and watched the slow rise and fall of Becca’s chest. She’d tried to run him off, but he’d taken her demands as more of a suggestion than anything else. When he’d pulled out his cell to call Quinn, Becca relented, and they’d found a common ground. He’d stay until they caught the killer, or she’d be having sisterly sleepovers. Even then, they’d involve her sisters’ husbands because there was no way in hell their husbands would let her sisters walk straight into danger alone. It was better this way. Better that he was the one to watch out for her instead of a house full of people watching her every move. She was going to be his wife.
