Page 75 of My Fallen Saint

“Overworked and underpaid,” she says. “And you owe me a drink.”

“The Delano prisoner. You got the time for the call worked out.”

“Yup. Andrew Cornwell. Used to work for The Wolf. And he knew about Peter. Wouldn’t talk to me, but when I told him you were Peter’s niece, he said he’d talk to you. I finally got it worked out with the prison. They’ll call you at eleven tomorrow, walk you through all the rules, and then put Cornwell on. I hope it helps.”

“You’re amazing,” I tell her. “Seriously. I owe you more than a drink.”

“Two drinks and a dinner,” Millie says. “We haven’t sat down and caught up in ages.”

“Deal. And thank you again. Eleven o’clock. I can’t wait.”

I’m grinning as I end the call, then look up to see Devlin eyeing me as he walks to the kitchen wearing only a towel, his hair and skin damp and tempting. Which, considering I know we’re heading out in less than thirty minutes, seems terribly cruel.

“What’s at eleven?”

“Tomorrow,” I tell him. “Telephone interview with one of The Wolf’s people.” I’m practically bouncing in my seat I’m so excited.

I get up and move toward him, feeling the need for coffee. I pour a cup and sip it, trying hard not to notice the now-obvious bulge beneath his towel. Or the way my nipples have tightened in response. We don’t have time for that, but I can’t deny how alive it makes me feel being around this man again.

I’m so busy trying not to react to him that it takes me a moment to realize that he’s frowning. “What?”

He shakes his head. “I’m afraid that the more you learn about Peter, the less you’re going to like. At the end of the day, he’s still your uncle. And he loved you. Do you really need to flip over the rocks and see the dark side?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I do. I need to know. I need to understand.” I let my shoulders rise and fall. “Cop. Reporter. I’m the kind of person who needs answers. It’s in my blood.”

He nods, but he doesn’t look happy, and my heart squeezes, knowing that he’s worried about me.

I put down my coffee, then rise on my toes. I put my hands on his shoulders for balance and then, very gently, I kiss him. “I appreciate the concern,” I say. “Now go get dressed.”