Chapter 51

Andrew leaned closer too, drawn to Ford’s eyes, and his lips, and clutched at his shirt to pull them together—

“Do you have whipped cream instead of—” Kevin cut off abruptly as he blew into the kitchen, neither of them having enough time to pull away, and leaving it obvious what had been about to happen. “Never mind! Ice cream’s fine!” he blurted and bolted back into the dining room.

“Shit. That was stupid,” Ford grumbled, pulling away and snatching up the knife. “After that damn article, we need to be less careless.”

All at once, they were back to the animosity from when Andrew first welcomed him into the house. “I know you’re worried about Dalton, but I really think—”

“You have no idea what might happen.” Despite his anger, the brownie pieces turned out perfectly symmetrical. “This case is bad enough. The more Dalton gets pulled in, the more chance there is that someone will come after him to get to me.”

“Have you been threatened?”