“No problem.” She wasn’t asking anyway. “The fact that you feel responsible for your sister has you pushing everyone away. Yet you haven’t exactly succeeded, have you? You’re attached to the team, and that closeness isn’t going away, even if you do.” She held up a hand when he straightened. “Don’t worry. I’m done analyzing you. Friend.”

* * *

The woman was pissing him off, not analyzing him. Which didn’t help a bit, considering she was naked in the water and close enough to grab and kiss. But they’d both been through hell that day. Her body needed to heal and his mind needed to get back on track. Angus settled down in the hot water and kept an eye on Roscoe in case he alerted on any threat. “I’m not completely oblivious to my motivations.” He wasn’t a moron, for Pete’s sake.

“Well, there’s that, then,” she mumbled.

He wanted to know more about her, too. “You and your bio father don’t seem close. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t really know him,” she admitted. “He and my mom divorced when I was a baby, and I grew up with a single mom until my early teens. We lived in a small town and I always wondered why he left us.”

Angus rubbed his chest. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged, rippling the water. “I guess a part of me always wanted him to like me, you know? Maybe that’s why I took the job with HDD when it was offered—something that seemed to tick him off, actually.”

Angus took another sip of his Scotch. “Maybe he just doesn’t understand why you took the job when he’s obviously been an absent father. There’s got to be some guilt on his part for deserting you.”

“Look at you, profiling people,” she said.

He grinned, feeling closer to her than he had to anybody else in way too long. “We seem to have that in common.”

“I know.” She rolled her neck. “My mom and my stepdad met, married, and then moved us to Los Angeles, and I loved the city. It was nice to meet other Chinese kids, too.”

He wanted to hold her hand, so he tightened his grip on his glass instead.

She straightened. “Different topic. Do you think this new killer is Lassiter or a copycat? Gut response—don’t think about it.”

“I don’t know,” he responded instantly, oddly more comfortable talking about psychotic killers than himself. Maybe the lust attacking him would disappear now. “I really don’t. Either is possible.” He ran through all the details. “He left a note this last time.” Angus had already memorized the phrase and now recited it to her.