“Damned if I know. She wouldn’t tell me.”
“Well, whatever,” Miles shrugged.
“You’re not calling her?”
“Blake, it’s over between us, okay? Over.” Miles threw down his napkin and pushed his chair back hard as he rose. “She shouldn’t have bothered to try to make contact.”
“Miles, listen to you. You’re hurt. I think you two really need to talk.”
“No,” Miles said with finality, standing behind the kitchen bar. He looked across at Devin, who seemed to be following their conversation attentively, his eyes darting from Miles to Blake. Miles frowned, resenting Blake for bringing up Erica. “Anything about our case?”
Blake looked rather taken aback by the sudden change of topic. “Yes,” Blake said slowly. “Do you remember Mrs. Aitken?”
“The neighbor from the fire two months ago?”
“Yup. I called her last night and asked if she remembered if Sebastian ever wore leather cuffs.”
“And?” Miles asked, his heart speeding up a little.