She sat up in a flash, clearly offended.
“What?” She pointed to the floor beside the bed. “Did you expect me to sleep on the floor like when we were kids? Not to point out the obvious, but this bed is gigantic compared to your old bed. There’s plenty of room for like three of me to fit here.” She swept her hand over her lap and toward him to, he assumed, show all the space there was around them. However, there were two problems with that.
One, there was no space between them. Or, at least, there hadn’t been when they’d first woken up. Two, her hand paused in midair. Her gaze did not.
It was as obvious as the moon in the night sky that Eve had just put together the fact that Darius wasn’t wearing anything above the waist.
“Wow. I guess you turned into one of those guys who exercises, huh? Look at all these muscles. And here I thought I was in good-enough shape.”
She reached out her hand, and he knew with every bone in his body that her intention was to feel said muscles. Because she was Eve and he was Darius and, a long time ago, they were Eve and Darius. She was comfortable with him; he’d built a door in the wall that always was around him for her.
Being this close was nothing for them.
Yet, just as he could see the old scar along the side of her hand, Darius could see the engagement ring on her finger.
Both were quick reminders that time had indeed separated them.
Darius caught her hand before she could make contact with his chest.
When he spoke, his words had a warning carefully carved into the tone.
“Eve, tell me right now why you’re here.”
Her hand was warm in his.
The rest of her went tense.
With one look, Darius knew she had finally come around to being serious. Talk of their past, of their friendship, of the years between then and now all went to the back burner.
Eve sighed out sharply.
Her words came out steady.
“I think I know who killed Gary Whittaker.”
Darius’s eyebrows rose.
“Who?”
Eve didn’t flinch.
“Me,” she said. “I think it was me.”
Chapter Nine
He was still mad. Big mad. Mad enough that even sitting in the cab of his truck half an hour after her admission, Darius was still giving her the cold shoulder.
And Eve couldn’t take it anymore.
“I said I was sorry,” she tried. “I’m big enough to admit that maybe I crossed a line by coming to you with this now.”
Darius snorted.
“You mean breaking and entering into my house and bed and then casually telling me you’ve been lying about a homicide case? Eve, you couldn’t even turn around and see the line you’ve crossed, because it’s so far back.”
He turned off the engine and slid the key into his front pocket.
“The window was unlocked so it was entering, not breaking. And I lied to you about Gary because I didn’t even think about it until last night when I was in bed. So it wasn’t really a lie. It was just a connection that I hadn’t made yet.” She held up her finger. “Though, I have to remind you, as soon as I made it, I came over to you.”
