He indicated the hallway. “I’d love a cup of coffee.”
Training returned to her. Veronica pressed her lips together and nodded. “Angela’s gone for the day, but I think I can manage a cup of coffee.” She turned toward the doorway.
He followed immediately behind her. “Angela?”
“My housekeeper.”
There’d been no one in the house when they arrived. He assumed that the housekeeper didn’t live in. That would make it easier for the woman if she was behind this. “How long has she been with you?”
“Since I married Robert. Ten years,” Veronica added when she realized Chad was still waiting for a number.
He stopped at the bottom of the landing to jot down the woman’s connection. “What’s her last name?”
“Evans.” She watched him write it down. “You can’t possibly suspect Angela.”
Chad fixed her with a long, studying look. “Yes,” he replied quietly, “I can. I can suspect anyone. I’m a very distrusting person, Veronica. It’s what makes me good at what I do.”
She saw the merit in that, but knew how it could interfere with the rest of his life. “How do you turn that off?”
The answer was short, succinct. “I don’t.”
For the first time she looked at him as something other than an investigator. “Doesn’t that make things difficult for you?”
He smiled, knowing where she was going with her question. “I don’t dabble in those kind of things,” he answered. “My work keeps me very busy. There isn’t time for anything else.”
She’d heard that excuse before. It was one she’d given herself. Before Robert had come along.
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