And how attractive Ford was.
And confident.
And sexy.
That line of thinking was not helping. Maybe he just needed to tell someone finally about this whole situation, Christmas and all, to clear his thoughts.
“Hey, Andy.”
But not Steven.
Definitely not Steven.
“Hey, Steve. What have we got?”
The main area of the floor they were on was large and open with various workstations and complicated looking equipment. Staff members in lab coats milled about, as well as officers and CSI, but once Andrew walked in, the uniforms all gave him a wide berth. It was probably his imagination, but it never felt like it.
“Still questioning the staff,” Steven said, passing Andrew a scrutinizing once over. “Why’d you run out of the precinct the other day? You didn’t even stay to talk.”
“Um…” The last thing Andrew wanted to tell him was the truth—that he’d had to ditch his underwear. “Sorry. Work thing came up. Had me on the run all afternoon. But I appreciated the intel.”