She nodded. “Haven’t heard a peep out of him all day.”
She stretched but didn’t get up from the couch. Truth was, she was too damn comfortable to think about moving. But she was hungry. She glanced hopefully up at Hutch.
“Oh, I know that look,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“What?” she asked, mimicking his innocent question.
“You either want food or sugar. I’m guessing, since Cam isn’t here giving you the evil eye, that you’ll want sugar.”
“Mmmm fudge. Or maybe cheesecake.” She gave him her best cajoling smile. “Both?”
Sawyer laughed and walked over to plop onto the couch at her feet.
“How about you getonewhile I fix some supper?” Hutch said. “I’m making stir-fry.”
“Mmmm.” She sighed again. Her stomach growled.
Sawyer frowned. “Didn’t Cam feed you anything for lunch?”
“You say that like I’m cattle that has to be fed and watered regularly,” she said sourly. “I was asleep all day. If he’d woken me up, you’d be pissed because I need so much rest, remember?”
“You also need to eat.” He eyed her speculatively. “You’ve lost weight, and you didn’t have any to spare to begin with.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to keep my skinny parts from your oh-so-buff ones,” she said.
Sawyer blinked in surprise, and she could have killed herself for sounding like a petulant whiney ass moron. God. Was this what sex and emotion turned you into?
Yeah, it bugged her that he was keeping all that lust and desire packaged up, but she wasn’t taking it personally. Or was she?
Jesus. She needed to get a grip.
“Reggie . . . ,” he began.
Ugh, so not a conversation she was going to have right now. Not with Hutch looking on like he was missing several parts to a puzzle.
She swung her feet over the couch and pushed herself upright. “I’m thirsty,” she announced and headed for the kitchen.
The phone rang, but she ignored it. Wasn’t her phone. Plus Cam would get it.
She dug around in the fridge and latched onto a beer. Been a while since she’d enjoyed one. But then she frowned and put it back. Hutch wasn’t comfortable around alcohol. Then she gritted her teeth and snatched it back up.
It wasn’t as though she was going to tie one on, for God’s sake.
She closed the fridge, popped the cap on the bottle and took a long drink. Cam walked into the kitchen a second later, phone in hand.
“It’s for you,” he said, holding it out to her. “Your chief.”
“Oh, thanks.”
She put her beer down, wiped her hands on her jeans and took the phone.
“Regina, we’ve made an arrest,” the chief said with no preamble.
Her pulse surged. “You have? What happened? Who made the arrest? Did you get a confession?”
“Slow down,” the chief said. “One thing at a time. No one made an arrest. Son of a bitch turned himself in. Damnedest thing. Just walked into the station and told Greta that he was who we were looking for. Damn near gave her a heart attack. I wanted to call you so you didn’t worry about having the guys in for questioning tomorrow. Looks like we won’t need them. At least, not yet.”
“Is the evidence solid?” She wanted to ask what the asshole’s beef was with her or Hutch, and which one of them he’d been after, but she didn’t want to bring it up while the guys were all standing around, hanging on her every word.
