Wendy Etherington - Sparking His Interest

“What do you know about the victim?” Ben asked.

Wes returned to his place by the window, all thoughts of storming out gone. Ridiculous, this need to be near her. But there it was. Undeniable.

“Not too much,” Cara said. “He definitely died of smoke inhalation. He probably never even woke up. He had holes in the bottoms of his shoes and several of his teeth were rotten. I think he was a homeless person or drifter, who wandered in looking for a warm place to sleep. The lock on the back door had been jimmied, so he probably sneaked in that way. The warehouse manager confirmed having to run out a man who fits his general description a couple of weeks ago.”

“Any chance he’s the arsonist?” the mayor asked, wringing his chubby hands.

“It’s possible, I guess, though no traces of gasoline were found on his hands or clothes.”

“You don’t think he’s responsible?” Ben asked.

“No, I don’t.”

Wes kept silent. He’d have the opportunity to argue his point about Addison being the prime suspect, but he had no intention of doing so in front of the mayor. They’d already had an argument about this after the first fire. Wes had made the mistake of pointing out that Addison had had the property up for sale a few months before and hadn’t been successful in dumping it, and wasn’t it convenient that the property was now a complete loss?

The resulting diatribe, complete with horror at the quick, wrongful judgment of a generous (aka rich) law-abiding citizen, still rang in his ears.

The mayor bit his lip, then glanced at his watch. “Good grief, I’m going to be late to the garden club luncheon.” He shook his head. “And I must say, it’s a measure of how upset we all are that no one commented on my garden motif suit.” He waddled out.

For the first time since their horrible discovery in the warehouse, Wes met Cara’s gaze, and they shared a smile.

“Don’t start with me—either one of you,” Ben said, obviously noting their amusement. “You haven’t had to listen to him moan about the upcoming elections, about how he’s dedicated his whole life to this town and how that ‘young, whippersnapper lawyer’ running against him will use these fires to prove he can’t maintain order and safety.”

“I’ve been at the morgue, you know,” Cara pointed out.

“And I’ve been…” Wes began. Actually, he’d been brooding. “I got chewed out after the last fire.”

Ben went on as if he hadn’t heard them. “And the whole time he’s rambling I’m thinking, Where exactly does he get those suits? I mean does he have them made? I can’t imagine a store carrying them in inventory.”

Wes crossed the room, sitting on the edge of Ben’s desk. He hadn’t seen his brother this messed up since the day he’d asked for advice about dating Monica. “Cheer up, Chief. It could be worse.”

“I don’t see how.”

Wes fought back laughter. “The whippersnapper lawyer could be a big Kiss fan.”

Ben groaned, then narrowed his eyes at Cara. “You look terrible.”

She blinked, then glared back. “Gee, thanks.”

Ben’s face flushed. “Sorry. You just—” He stopped, looking to Wes for support.

Wes simply shook his head.

“You need some rest,” Ben said, gazing unflinchingly at Cara.

Brave guy, Wes thought. That pistol is within easy reach.

Ben began writing on a slip of paper. “These are directions to my house. I want you to go back to the apartment you’re renting, sleep for at least four hours, then come to my house for dinner at seven.” He extended the paper, which Cara took. “That’s an order.”

Cara clamped her jaw tight, but managed to ask, “Is there a room I could use here? I’d rather be close if a lead develops. And I’m fine with ordering pizza and meeting in your office.”

“I’m fine with pizza, too, but my wife has other ideas, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

Cara nodded. “I’ll be there.”

“Wes, can you come to dinner, too? We’ll have some privacy to discuss the case at length.”

Wes noticed his brother asked him rather than demanded, even though the jurisdiction of the case allowed him to command the police however he saw fit. It was this unfailingly polite, restrained tone that set Wes’s teeth on edge. Their teasing over the mayor seemed forgotten, replaced by the usual tension.

He shoved aside the trouble. “I’ll find you a room,” he said to Cara.

She rose. “Chief” was all she said to Ben in parting. She didn’t speak to Wes either until he stopped outside a private room decorated in blue and gray and resembling a small hotel suite, including a computer and entertainment center and a bathroom off to the right. “Nice room. Does everybody else’s look like this?” she asked suspiciously, as if wary of special treatment.

“No, the guys sleep in a one-room bunk hall. This would be for our female firefighters—if we had any.”

She raised her eyebrows.

Her silence unnerved him. No one could ever accuse him of being the most talkative person in a crowd, so carrying the conversation didn’t set well with him.

“They keep bringing the local school kids through here on field trips, thinking someday surely one of the girls will see the job’s appeal.”

“Hmm,” she said as she wandered into the room.

Wes stayed in the doorway. All these weird, gut-clenching feelings kept slamming into him when he looked at her. The lust he understood, could even embrace, if it wasn’t for this case they were working together. But he wanted to sit her down and get her life story. He wanted to know what had driven her to become an arson investigator. He wanted to know her favorite foods, movies and books. He wanted to tuck her into bed and watch those shrewd, expressive eyes close in sleep.

Obviously through exploring the room, she faced him. “You’ve been with me more than Ben. Do I look exhausted?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to lie down?”

“It would piss me off, so I knew it would piss you off. I’ll see you at dinner.” He backed out, closing the door as he went, wondering how he could possibly already have such a strong sense of her.

And wondering why he was walking away instead of running.

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