“She had strong opinions about footwear.”
Push’s mouth twitched.“Sounds serious.”
“Oh, very.Erin once ended a second date because a guy wore toe shoes.”
“Toe shoes?”
“You know, those weird shoes with separate toes.”
His face shifted slightly.“That’s fair.”
I laughed before I could stop myself.“She said if a man was willing to make that choice in public, there was no telling what kind of chaos he’d bring into a relationship.”
“She sounds smart.”
“She is.”
Not was.
Is.
I held onto that.
I looked back at the laptop even though it was closed.“I need to find her.”
“We will.”
There it was again.
We.
I blew out a breath and tried to lighten the moment before it swallowed me whole.“You know, for a guy who looks like he communicates mostly through grunts and intimidation, you’re not terrible at this.”
“At what?”
“Being supportive.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Too late.I’m putting it in my notes.”
“You keeping notes on me?”
I glared at him.“I’m a private investigator stuck in a biker clubhouse.Of course I’m keeping mental notes.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“How many more dead bodies I find you standing over.”
He stared at me for a beat.Then shook his head, but I saw the almost-smile before he turned away.“Pain in the ass,” he muttered.
“Emotionally useful caveman,” I shot back.
He looked over his shoulder.“That better not be my official note.”
