Page 58 of Burning For You

“I couldn’t with Ash here,” she mumbled.

“Which means you wanted to?” He threw his hands in the air. This was nuts. “Do you not realize how dangerous this is? Or how it’s getting? Car fires are bad enough. But this time, it caught a house on fire and almost killed two people.”

“That’s right,” she said. “I know, I’m reporting it.”

“Of course you are. And now they’ve got your name and you’re giving this person center stage,” Tate said. “That puts you right in the middle of it.”

“I’m doing my job. The people of this community have a right to know the truth. Something I never got.”

“What does that mean?” Tate asked, then looked at Ash.

“You tell him,” he said. “You said it.”

“And why are you here?” Tate asked.

Skye looked between her brother and him. “I asked Ash to look into my parents’ fire for me,” she said. “He was telling me what he had found in the report.”

Damn, he’d have to remember how smooth she was at covering her tracks. And how fast.

He wasn’t so sure he liked that trait of hers.

“Why would you do that?” Tate asked.

“Because it didn’t sit well with me and if I brought it up to you or anyone else in the family you’d tell me I was nuts.”

Tate put the laptop down and let out a sigh. “And, Ash, did you find anything in that report that was different from what we were all told?”

“No. I told your sister that.”

“And then that email popped up and I went to read it and Ash saw my face.”

“I’m glad you told him at least,” Tate said. “Were you going to tell anyone else, or just let the public know?”

“Cut the sarcasm,” she said. “I wouldn’t print anything without facts and I’m not stupid enough to think this might not be some kind of a prank.”

“That’s right,” Tate said. “Your computer is coming with me. We need this traced.”

“You can’t do that. I need it to work,” she argued.

“Let’s go,” Tate said. “You need to come with me to the station. They won’t keep it, but they need to get this off your computer, then you can leave with it.”

“Can’t I just forward it to them?”

“I don’t know that shit and am not saying one way or another,” Tate said, shutting the top and tucking it under his arm. “Out. The sooner, the better, and you can get back here and to work.”

She looked at Ash. As if she thought he was going to save her.

Nope. No way he was stepping in, even if he wanted to. Even as pissed off as he was.

He turned toward the door, walking out behind Tate, Skye behind him and locking her place.

She jabbed him in the back with her finger, but what was he supposed to do? It’s not like he could turn around and say anything else to her with witnesses.

When she pulled out to follow her brother to the police station, he had to decide if he was going to do the same.

It might look funny again. It’s not like he was in a position of authority.

He put his blinker on and went to the firehouse. The least he could do was cover his own ass with this knowledge and let the fire chief know what he knew.