"Shoot." Ryan lifted the glass and took another long draught of iced tea, throat moving smoothly as he swallowed.
Sarah was not sure whether the word 'shoot' was an invitation to her to ask what she wanted, or a reaction to hearing that there was nothing macho and illegal for him to do.
"Do you know anything about these open house robberies that have been going on for the past two weekends?" Sarah asked Ryan.
He put the glass down, and Sarah thought there was a watchful look in the depths of his eyes, but it was hard to be sure. They were so dark as to be almost black, and he had learned to hide his feelings and reactions almost too well. "Why?" Ryan asked her.
"Tim has asked me to host an open house for him this Sunday," she told him.
"Yeah? Where?" he asked.
Sarah shrugged. She ha
