I also had a feeling I wasn't going to get information out of her now. I'd have to get her to open up to me. Tell me everything. Hopefully then Woody would back off. Ironically, he might have liked her if he'd given her a chance. Now, she'd probably look for a weapon if she saw him coming. Not that I could blame her.
"Of course I didn't." She looked back up at me, a single crease through the bridge of her nose. "You know what the coroner concluded."
"Wolfgang was killed by two people while you were having a shower," I said.
She certainly wasn't strong enough to do the work of two people. Although, if she got really, really pissed off, it could give her strength. But no, it made no sense to me. I didn't want to think about it too much, if I was honest.
"Do you still want to go out to dinner?" I asked. "I know this must have been terrifying."
The next time I saw Woody, I was going to kick his ass. He should have run this by me and Leif before he acted. I understood this was his father, but it didn't change the loose set of rules we operated by. If we couldn't trust each other, then what did we have?
"It was," she agreed. "I'm surprised I didn't wet myself." She clapped her hand over her mouth. "I can't believe I said that out loud," she said, her voice muffled.
I smiled. "Anyone else would have done it under the circumstances. Woody is intense when he wants to be."
"Don't tell me he's really a teddy bear in disguise." She lowered her hand and grimaced to see her palm covered in lipstick.
"I wouldn't say he's a teddy bear, but he has his moments when you get to know him."
"I'll have to take your word for it. Excuse me for a moment."
She stepped into the powder room to wash her hands and reapply her lipstick. The color, I noted, would look perfect around my cock.
I cleared my throat, composing myself and forcing my erection to deflate before she noticed the tent in the front of my pants.
"You didn't answer my question," I pointed out. "I can order us something to eat."
"No, I'd like to go out," she said quickly. "If you say you'll handle him, I believe you. Although, we could handle him together, couldn't we? You and I. We're big and tough." She actually flexed her arms, showing off defined muscles. Not bodybuilder size by any means, but she clearly worked out.
"I'm surprised he didn't run away screaming," I said.
How the fuck did Wolfgang ever lay a hand on this woman? She was adorable. Beautiful. And in the black dress that fell above her knees, while showing off a hint of cleavage, sexy as hell. I wanted to suggest we stay here so I could peel it off her.
"I guess I should have showed him my guns before things went too far," she said. "I'll know for next time."
I wished I could tell her there wouldn't be a next time, but Woody had a tendency to be unpredictable. If he got impatient, he'd be back.
I'd have to get answers from her before that happened. For her own sake. And mine. Because if she was guilty, I might have to kill her myself.
"Absolutely you should," I agreed. "Shall we? I gestured toward the door. "I have a reservation for a place I hope you'll like."
CHAPTER 6
SABLE
"Are you sure you're all right?" Forrest poured us each a glass of water and handed one to me.
"Yes, I'm fine." I nodded my thanks and took a sip. My hand shook as I set the glass down on the table.
"Actually, I think it's sinking in."
"We can leave if you want to," he offered. He placed his hands on the table, as if to push himself up from his chair.
"No, no." I flapped my hand at him. "It's okay. We both have to eat."
Like in the cafe, he'd made sure I had a chair in the corner where I could see the rest of the room. If Woody decided to come at me again, I'd know long before he reached the table. I'd have plenty of time to crawl under it.
Nothing said 'badass woman' like hiding under the table, right?
