Jon Lee was laughing. “Boy, he beat feet to get away before you could turn him down.”
Harmony was sure that her face was blazing red. “I… I guess.”
Rock walked up to her side. “Harmony?”
She looked up into his concerned expression. “It’s okay, Rock. Really. No need to talk to Kate. I bet if I told him to leave me alone, he would. I… I’m just not sure I want to say that to him.”
Lifting a curious eyebrow, Rock nodded. “Okay then. But, if things get out of hand…”
She nodded and reached out a hand, gently touching his arm. “Thanks, Rock.”
“You’re a friend, Harmony. And even if you weren’t a friend, I’d still worry about you.”
“You’re the best,” she smiled at him. “Tell Kate how lucky she is.”
He shook his head. “I’m lucky to have her in my life. So damn lucky.”
The tones sounded and everyone stopped moving and talking to listen to the announcements from the loudspeaker. “Ambo 19 - Suspected heart attack. Address is-”
CROIS
Crois was smiling through roll call, and more than one person was staring at him by the end of the meeting. It didn’t surprisehim that Kate walked over to his table when she excused everyone from the meeting.
Pilar, who had been sitting next to him, raised a brow in his direction.
He read her expression like a book, knowing that she could read his just as well.
His partner was wondering what the fuck he’d done to deserve a personal meeting with their sergeant.
Kate stopped at the front of the table and looked at him as if she was staring through a microscope. “Well, well…”
Pilar looked at him and crossed her heart like she was in church.
Her expression told him that if he’d broken the law he was on his own.
He smiled at his partner. “Relax, Bravo. I’m not going to jail.”
Her reply was made in a bland, matter of fact tone. “Am I going to have to kick your ass?”
Crois looked up at Kate. “Did Rock call you?”
She put her fingers to her temples. “No, I’m telepathic, St. Cyr.”
Ohhh…
She called him St. Cyr.
Not good.
“What did he tell you?”
“The question is, what did he have to tell me about you?”
Crois pushed his chair back slowly and stood. “Nothing. Yet.”
He’d added in the last word thinking it might be funny.
He was wrong.
