Chapter 104

"Sure, I can help you free your hair." He stepped closer, his leather and peaches scent stuttering my heartbeat. "So what happened in here that got you trapped and made Studmuffin blaze toward me like his favorite witch was in trouble?"

"Detective Palmer. He stole something from in here." The same Detective Palmer who'd taken something from Chauffeur Ethen's passenger seat and sent him a mysterious text before he died. If I hadn't seen both instances with my own eyes, I still wouldn't believe it.

Travis gently took the chunk of turquoise hair between his fingers and frowned. "So Mr. Perfect's not all that perfect, it would seem."

"Who said he was perfect?"

"Well, no one. He certainly has a lot going for him though. His job, his looks." His mouth flattened into a thin line. "Having you helping him all the time."

Ah, speaking of jealousy...