door neighbor, a woman who would most definitely give Cord a run for his money.
“Long day, I hear,” Austin said. He was a private investigator working insurance fraud, but his office monitored the police scanners. “You caught a murder.”
“And lost it.” Jacob took another pull of his beer and told them the story, making sure to face Cord as he spoke, since his brother still suffered fifty percent hearing loss from the explosion he’d lived through overseas.
“So you boinked the prime suspect.” Cord shook his head and grinned. “And I thought I was the screwup.”
“Bella didn’t commit murder,” Jacob said.
“So I guess that means you’ve taken interrogation to a whole new level,” Austin said, cracking Cord up. Jacob sent him a don’t-make-me-kick-your-ass look, which only made Cord laugh harder.
Whatever. Jacob took the last cookie and Cord stopped laughing.
“That was mine.”
Jacob shrugged. “Two types of people in this house. The fast and the hungry.”
Cord watched the cookie vanish into Jacob’s mouth. “I can go home and talk her into making me more.” He added a love-struck little smile, and both Austin and Jacob stared at him. Each of them had had women in their lives before, plenty of them.
None had stuck.
But there was a different element to his brother’s expression lately, an inexplicable light in his eyes that signalled something that they hadn’t seen in a long time. Happiness.
After the hell Cord had been through with his long, painful recovery, he deserved that. So very much, he deserved it, and Jacob was happy for him.
And also just a little envious.
THE NEXT MORNING, JACOB found Ethan waiting for him in his office. He’d made himself at home, sitting back in the guest chair, feet up on Jacob’s desk, legs crossed as he sipped coffee and thumbed through his iPhone.
“Something new on the case?” Jacob asked him.
“Crime lab lifted a tread print from the top step to Edible Bliss’s back door,” Ethan said. “They’re working on tracing it.” He looked up from his phone. “And I thought you were staying out of this one.”
“I am.”
“Yeah?” Ethan cocked his head. “Is that why you saw Bella last night?”
“We went out for a bite. I walked her home to make sure she got there safely.”
“Dude, I came back to ask her a question and heard someone pressing someone up against her front door.”
When Jacob narrowed his eyes, Ethan smiled. “I was going to ask her if Seth Owen had brought her flowers on their first date. But I heard that rustling up against the door and figured you two…had your hands full.”
Jacob had no response to make because it was true. He’d had his hands full.
“Maybe you were frisking her,” Ethan suggested with a smile.
In return, Jacob suggested something with his middle finger.
“Huh. Again with the no comment,” Ethan noted. “Maybe she wore out your tongue?”
Jesus. Jacob drew in a breath, and purposely let it out, refusing to let Ethan push his buttons.
“So. You get laid again?”
Jacob shoved Ethan’s feet off his desk and sat behind it. “None of the above.”
“No frisking, no tongue exhaustion, no getting laid. Got it.” Ethan looked at him for a long moment. “Makes sense since you’re so grumpy.” He paused. “You’re into her.”
Jacob booted up his laptop.
Getting no response from Jacob, Ethan pressed, “So into her.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re just-” He broke off, because he had no idea what they were just.
Seeing right through him, Ethan laughed softly. “Look, I get it. You wanted it to be casual because women end up dumping us for the job. It’s a damn fact, man. But if it’s more, it’s more.”
Again, Jacob didn’t answer. Didn’t know how to answer.
“Fine. Be the big, strong, silent type.” Ethan rose lithely to his feet. “But if she’s nothing to you, maybe when this is all over, she’ll go out with me.”
Jacob slid him a long look.
“You know, since you’re not into her or anything.”
And though Ethan was an ass, he wasn’t stupid. He was quickly out the door, a wide, obnoxious grin in place.
Probably if Jacob had consumed any caffeine yet, he’d have caught up with him and pounded him into dust. Probably he could have done it even without the caffeine, except for one thing.
Ethan was right.
Jacob was into Bella.
Luckily, his workload was off the charts, and he managed to keep busy the entire day. First he was called out as backup on a domestic violence case. They had to pull the wife off her husband, and were listening to the man’s side of the story when the wife hit the guy over the head with a flowerpot, right in front of Jacob and his partner. A few minutes later, Jacob was reading the woman her rights, the husband standing there dripping blood, potting soil and daisies.
Boggled the mind.
In the afternoon, he sat in a hot car for two hours staking out a corner near Fourth Street with binoculars, hoping to catch sight of a known identity thief he’d been trying to pull in. By six o’clock, he’d seen a handful of public sex acts, one or two of which had surprised even him, but not a single sign of his man. By the time he got back to his desk, it was far past dinnertime.
But his paperwork had piled up, threatening to topple over. It took him two more hours to make even a dent, and by then, he was starving. He shut down his computer and was nearly to his motorcycle, when a call came in. Another shooting.
Instead of going home, he met Ethan on scene. “Male, shot once with a through-and-through hit to the thigh,” Ethan told him.
“Connected to the first shooting at Bella’s place?”
“Don’t know. Going to guess yes, since bullet type matches. The guy was just coming home from being out all day. He had ducked to tie his shoe or he’d have taken the hit to the torso and we’d be calling the coroner about now.”
“His lucky day,” Jacob said. “ID?”
“Banning Jefferson. Ring a bell?”
“No.”
“He lives in the building. His neighbor reported seeing an unidentified male running from the scene.”
“Anything else?”
“Perp’s around six feet and Caucasian.”
Much preferable to five foot seven and female.
“Now, get out of here,” Ethan said. “I’m going to nail his ass and I don’t want any technicalities holding me up.”
“And I’m a technicality?”
“If these shootings are connected, you could be.”
Jacob got back on his bike. He needed to go home, eat and sleep.
But first he wanted to make sure Bella was okay. He’d just follow up, he assured himself, and it had nothing to do with their obvious sexual chemistry.
Nothing at all…
Ten minutes later, he was in front of her building. There were no parking spots. With no qualms whatsoever, he parked illegally, telling himself that the salary raise the city hadn’t been able to afford to give him for three years running could be paid back in special parking privileges.
He got off his bike, removed his helmet and was at the bottom of her steps, just outside the pastry shop’s back door when he heard a scream.
