Miranda's brother followed Ethan out. "She's pissed at us."
"Yep," Ethan confirmed, slipping on his aviator glasses and scanning the parking lot.
Mitch stepped up beside him, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his khakis and rocking back on his heels. "Is that my sister's lipstick on your mouth?"
Well, shit. He resisted the urge to wipe his mouth. "That a problem for you?"
"Don't know yet." He shot Ethan an appraising look out of hazel eyes that were so like his sister's.
Ethan sighed. "Is this the part where you threaten to break me in half if I hurt her?"
Mitch's look was part amusement, part pity. "Nope. My sister's got claws, and she fights dirty. You hurt her, she'll take care of you herself. I'll just be there to help hide the body."
Ethan couldn't decide whether to smile or scowl. "You do remember I'm the chief of police, right?"
"My money's still on her."