Now he slipped inside the man’s mind with ease, and what he read was...shock. Plus, he wasn’t happy Josie had seen that kiss, and why the hell had Kaitlin kissed him in the first place? And who the hell was this guy?
Kane stepped forward and held out his hand. He smiled—the man was no threat. Kaitlin was merely trying to wind him up. Nothing new. “Good to meet you, Detective Bennett.”
Detective Steve Bennett reached out slowly and took his hand. “Do I know you?”
Kane raised a brow.
Bennett’s eyes narrowed. He glanced from Kane to Kaitlin, no doubt taking in the similarities. “Of course, I don’t know you. You’re like Kaitlin.”
He gave a small nod. “I’m Kane Revilla.”
Recognition flashed in his eyes. Then amusement. “Would that make you…that fucker Kane?”
“Or that asshole Kane?” Josie offered from behind him.
He smiled. “She’s spoken about me. That must mean she cares.”
Kaitlin rose to her feet, her nostrils flaring. “How about…what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here-no-one-invited-you, Kane?”
That would be him. He shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the back of the sofa. “I came to give you two a lift to the meeting tomorrow.”
“We’re not going.”
“I’m sure Josie would like to see her sister.”
Kaitlin scowled. “Then she’s welcome to go with you.”
“No way am I leaving you alone here. Not while you’ve got crazy guys after you,” Josie snapped.
What crazy guys?
Kaitlin glared at her. He guessed that was something she hadn’t wanted him to know. And if someone was after her, why hadn’t she told anyone, asked for back up, requested help…? He opened his mouth to ask, but she beat him to it.
“Don’t bother,” she said. “I was going to phone Jake today. Christ, it only happened last night.”
“What happened? Is that why the police are here?” His eyes narrowed on her. “You involved the police?”
“No, Steve is a friend. Agoodfriend.”
“Notthatgood,” Kane said.
Another glare. “It’s not polite to go into people’s heads.”
“When have I ever been polite?”
“Never. Bastard,” she muttered under her breath.
“Are they always like this?” Steve asked Josie.
She shrugged. “Yes.”
“You want me to arrest him?”
Amusement flickered across Josie’s face. “Perhaps not.” Did she know he was armed? He never went anywhere unarmed these days. She turned to him. “Do you want some food? A drink?”
“Scotch?”
“Stop being nice to him,” Kaitlin said as Josie crossed the room and poured a couple of drinks. She handed him one and the second to the detective. He was staying?
