The door opened and we heard voices below, but I tuned them out. Tabatha was staring at me now, a sadness so strong that I started to feel it. She said quietly, “What Jordan told you wasn’t the total truth.” Her eyes flicked to Hawk, lingered, narrowing, and her head moved back an inch. “You brought backup for me?” She was fully taking in all of Hawk now. “A Taser gun? You a cop?”

Hawk snorted, stepping closer to me. “I’m thinking you don’t need the restraining you thought you did.”

Yeah. I was getting that vibe, too.

I gave her a small nod. “I can call for a ride. You can take off if you want.”

She nodded back, giving Tabatha a long look. “Not what I thought I was getting myself into this afternoon. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Five again?”

Please, God, no.

She started for the stairs, but flashed me a grin. “Eight this time. You’re in charge of coffees. I’ll text you the list in the morning.”

Coffees. I could do that.

Then I thought about it. I was their intern girl. I was the rookie. My mouth twitched. A part of me enjoyed that, for some reason. It felt… normal?

I’d never felt normal.

It was nice.

Tabatha started down the hallway and turned back at a door. Seeing me still standing by the stairs, she motioned with her head in a room. “You coming?”

I followed.

Her room was large, and sunny. Her windows went up and folded back, becoming half skylights. She had two, facing out over another large house next to them. A dresser was set between the two windows. A closet with sliding doors was on one side. Her desk was against her wall, just beyond the door when it was opened. In the middle of the room, facing the windows, was her bed. Two nightstands on either side of it.

As I stepped farther inside, she closed the door and disappeared into a door behind it.

It was a small bathroom. She looked like she had just enough space to stand inside.

Her voice called from inside, “I’m surprised it took you this long to come over.”

I frowned. “Why do you say that?”

She came back into the room, a hair curler in hand. She was rolling up the cord. “Because I cheated on Jordan. I hurt one of ‘yours.’” Her tone was biting. “I kept expecting to wake up with a knife to my throat.”

She moved to her desk, putting the hair curler there and sitting down. She swung around to face me, just waiting.

Waiting for what, I wasn’t sure.

I wasn’t sure myself.

I sat on the end of her bed. “You’re not a cheater.”