Chapter Eleven
DYLAN
“So, where are you parked?” Dylan looked up and down the road, but couldn’t see her dusty white coupe. “Ah,” he sounded a moment later as it clicked. “You switched cars. Smart.”
He caught a flicker of a smile at the corners of her mouth. “I am a detective, you know.”
“So which way, boss?” Dylan asked, pushing his hands together in front of him, and turning to look at her. Walking behind her, he could smell her scent, lingering beneath her fading perfume. She smelled sexy. It made his heart hammer and sent blood south.
“It’s down here.”
“You even parked a few houses down. How exciting! Were you watching me?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
He leveled his eyes at her. “So, the victim, was he-” But he was cut off by her wagging a finger at him.
“I thought this was supposed
