I scowl at him, then take another sip, immediately regretting it.
“Still bad,” I confirm.
Across the kitchenette, Alice snorts, perched on the counter like she owns the place, swinging one leg lazily. “You say that every time you’re here while off duty. Yet here you are,again, drinking it anyway.”
“Because I have a problem,” I deadpan.
Jett huffs a laugh from the table beside Scott, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “We’ve been trying to tell you that for years.”
“Wow,” I shoot back. “And here I thought you all cared about me.”
Scott finally looks up, completely unimpressed. “We do. That’s why we’re concerned.”
“Rude.”
Alice grins, pushing off the counter and grabbing her own cup. “So,” she says casually.
I freeze because that tone is never good. “So,” I repeat cautiously.
She takes a sip, watching me over the rim. Then she sets her cup down at the table beside Jett, flopping into the seat next to him while he watches her every move like it gives him life.
“How’s your boyfriend?” she asks.
I choke on my coffee. “Sorry, mywhat?”
Jett perks up immediately, his attention suddenly yanked off of Alice.
Scott doesn’t even try to hide the way his attention shifts.
Alice shrugs like she didn’t just drop a grenade into the room. “The detective.”
I set my cup down very carefully. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“He’s not.”
“Then why is he showing up at your apartment with food?”
I open my mouth, then close it, thinking over my words very carefully. “…Who told you that?”
Alice beams. “Jett.”
I turn slowly. Jett raises both hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’tmeanto tell her. It just came up.”
Bullshit. “How does that justcome up?” I demand.
Scott snorts. “Probably the same way everything else does around here. Loudly and with zero filter.”
“That’s not helpful,” I mutter at him then turn my attention back to Jett. “And how did you find out anyway?”
“Driving home yesterday. Saw him walking up to the front door of your building with takeout bags,” Jett says with a dismissive shrug.
Alice leans forward slightly, eyes gleaming for more. “So. Food. At your apartment. Alone.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
