“Maybe I can take you for a coffee afterwards.”
And there it was,she thought. Then Lottie focused on his face. “Hey, I remember you.” She pointed a blood red nail at him. “You gave me a hard time when the alarm at the clinic was going off.”
“Now that you mention it, I remember you too.”
Lottie raised an eyebrow that said she didn’t believe that he hadn’t recognized her beforehand. “I might call you in the morning.”
“And why would you be calling the cops, Lottie?”
Lottie’s head whipped around.Damn it.Before she could respond, Officer Dupuis did it for her.
“Miss McDaniels locked her keys in the car.”
Razor didn’t take his eyes off her. “Can you unlock her car tonight, Officer?”
“She…”
“I’m staying at the hotel tonight.”
“Why?”
Officer Dupuis, seeing a lover’s spat in the making, cleared his throat. “Have a great evening, Miss McDaniels.”
“Thank you again, Officer.”
Razor refused to even glance at the cop. He was sure Hemlock was clocking the guy’s every step as the cop walked away.
“Let’s have the real reason the cop was talking to you.”
Meeting Razor’s stare, al she could think was he always showed up at the worse times. She couldn’t catch a break. “Why do you care?” she asked with a hiccup.
He ran his eyes over her and saw the rip in the knee and took in her glazed expression. He didn’t like what he was seeing.
Lottie swallowed trying to control her pulse, as she noticed the way he took her in.
“What happened, Lottie?” he asked, pointing to her knees and her shoes.
“Fine, I had a few glasses of wine. I guess he saw me leave when that ambulance left.” She waved her hand towards the exit.
“Where’s your keys?”
“In my car. And yes I locked myself out of it.”
“Hemlock, you good to ride with me?”
So much for being aware of her surroundings. She hadn’t even realised Hemlock was there.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Hemlock turned towards them, and Lottie immediately noticed his face.
Lottie was shocked at first. Then she blinked, barely recognizing Hemlock.
His lips were swollen and stretched too full. Angry welts climbed over his exposed skin. Raised splotches that looked almost burned.
She stood staring. Not because she meant to. Because how could she not.
Before she could say anything, Hemlock started explaining.
“It’s an allergic reaction,” he snapped out.
