CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Exposed Curls“She said Lane won’t believe me.” Kit’s nails caught the fabric stitches as she scrubbed at her face. “He let them go because they told him a pack of lies and half-truths.”
“He’s not an idiot.” Jackson peeled napkin fluff from the caramel slice and wrinkled his nose. “Do you mind if I don’t eat this? I’m not a fan of carbs.”
Kit leaned her uninjured cheek against the head rest and sighed. “If you weren’t a cop, you’d be my perfect man.”
Jackson narrowed his eyes and leaned closer. “What if I was a vicar? Or a lawyer? Both, maybe.”
She dodged the question with a shake of her head. “You keep saying Lane’s not an i***t, but I don’t believe you.”
“He has a suspect, Kit.”
“Yes, me!” She slapped her thigh and winced. “Even my legs hurt. So far this week I’
