I don’t need to think over this one. There is one person who hates me the most and will be, by far, the hardest to flip to my good side. Not just because of my past but because I’m now spending time with the person he cares about most in this world.
“Your dad,” I finally say, after I’ve let the suspense build long enough.
I’m not surprised when no comment slips from her lips on this one.
Instead, she bites the end of the pen and looks straight ahead, away from me.
“That’s not going to be a problem, is it?” I ask.
Of course it’s a fucking problem, but I need to know where she stands on this. If I can't change Sheriff Sloan’s mind, I may as well abandon this whole plan.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, but we’d better save him for last.”
She says it like we have a hit list. Which, well, I guess we do.
“Or we do him first and, as you say, the rest will follow.”
“Yeah, but I know him the best, and I say we save him for last.”
Another valid point.
“All right.”
She turns to face me. “No argument?”
“Nope. I trust you.”
“Wow. So quickly?”
I groan and scrub a hand over my face to keep myself from smiling at her flirty tone.
“You know what I don’t trust?” I ask, changing the subject.
She leans forward to set her notes and pen on the coffee table, then relaxes into the couch as she turns all her focus on me. Her hand smooths over her bare legs for a brief moment, but I snap back before my thoughts get carried away.
“What don’t you trust, Dutton?”
My gaze locks on hers.
“Dating apps.”
Her head falls back on a laugh.
“It sounds like you formed this opinion from experience.”
I nod. “I’ve watched documentaries on missing women being murdered because of shit those apps cause, and I think you shouldn’t be on them.”
“Ah yes, a Netflix expert on murders.”
She rolls her eyes so dramatically that it makes me clench my jaw. She thinks I’m overreacting.
Typical Brooke to disagree with me just because she can.
“Delete the app from your phone, Brooke.”
