I sat up. “Do you make a habit of asking questions that are none of your damn business?”

“Let me guess. You transferred here to get away from him? You told Tommy you were emotionally unavailable, and now, he’s chasing you because you turned him down. Only this isn’t a game to you. You really aren’t available.”

I rolled my eyes and sat back. “Let’s not pretend he doesn’t have issues of his own.”

“Exactly. So, why don’t you both make it easier on this department and knock it the hell off?”

“You have your own problems. Concentrate on those instead of mine.” I stood.

“I saw what it did to him…when Camille left the last time. It was even worse when he came back after Trent and Cami’s car accident. Cami chose Trent, but Tommy has never stopped loving her. I’m not trying to be a dick here, Liis, but he’s my friend. I might be in your business, but Tommy was different after he’d lost Cami—and not for the better. He’s just now showing signs of the man he used to be before she broke his heart.”

“Tommy?” I said, unimpressed.

Marks craned his neck at me. “Is that all you got out of everything I just told you? This isn’t a pissing match, Liis. I’m not trying to take him from you. I’m trying to save him from you.”

As bitter as it tasted, I tried to swallow the shame. My struggle was clear because the anger in Marks’s eyes vanished.

“I can appreciate that you’re committed to the job and that you’re focused,” he said. “But if you can’t find a way to love the job and him, too…just don’t fuck him over while you’re trying to figure out if you’ve got a heart.”

The shame was quickly replaced by anger. “Eat shit, Marks,” I said before leaving his office.

I buzzed myself through the security door and marched to my office.

“Lindy,” Agent Sawyer began.

“Not now,” I said before slamming the door to my office to make a point.

Once again, I was in my chair with the back facing the glass wall. The blinds were closed from when Thomas had been in here before, but I still needed to feel the tall back between me and the squad room.

After a small knock on the door, it opened. By the lack of greeting and the sound of someone sitting in the club chair, I knew it could only be Val.

“Fuzzy’s today?”

“Not today. I definitely need to spend my lunch hour in the fitness room.”

“Okay.”

I spun around. “That’s it? No interrogation?”