Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her temple, and then her forehead. “You okay?”

What she was, apparently, was a lover of forehead kisses . . . “Yes.”

He held her gaze with his.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m working on my inner caveman, who wants to come out and deal with whoever gave this to you. They’d never find his body.”

His easy expression had turned intense and determined, looking every inch the trained warrior she knew he was. “He’s been arrested.”

“Good.” He looked her over, eyes assessing her. “Any injuries I don’t see?”

He asked this lightly. Calmly, even. But there was an edge to him, and a visible set to his jaw.

“No,” she said. “I’m okay. Really.”

She got a nod, and he made a clear effort to shake off the tension. “If you were hurt, would you admit it?”

“Would you?” she countered.

That got her a wry smile. “Touché. Okay, how about this. We play doctor again, only this time I get to be all bossy and in charge.”

She laughed for the first time all day. Laughed and . . . felt a little frisson of arousal go through her at the thought of playing anything with this man. “Maybe some other time.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

They started walking up the hill toward the house.

“You doing okay with your brother and sister being back?” he asked.

She glanced at him, not expecting the personal interest in her life. Distractions weren’t supposed to do that. “Well, we haven’t killed each other yet, so . . .”

He smiled. “That’s good, right?”

“Yes.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am. I guess sometimes I expect the worst.”

“Hard way to live,” he said.

True, and she gave a slow nod. Maybe she should start a list of how to have a better attitude . . .

“Have you and your sister had a chance to talk? Catch up?”

“Win’s not big on talking, at least not with me.”

He started to speak, but then stopped to pull something from her hair. “Why are you wearing pieces of glass?”

“Probably from that last call. The guy who . . .” She gestured to her face. “He walked through a glass door first.”

His smile faded. “You get cut?”

“No, and considering the last time you saw me I was wearing mud, this has to be somewhat of an improvement.”

He gave a very small smile. “I liked the mud. You looked good in it.”

She rolled her eyes, but stilled when he brushed something off her shoulder, then her collarbone. “Why are you grooming me like a monkey?”

“Monkeys do it to show interest.”

She paused. “I’m . . . not a good bet, Cam.”

He locked his gaze on hers. “That just makes us even.”

Okay, so they were on the same page. She liked that. A lot.

“You’re staring at my mouth again,” he said. “Last time you did that, you kissed me.”