Reid was nursing his whiskey, but Roy looked visibly rattled. From one phone call?

What was my reclusive brother not telling me?

I’d been gone for a while, but I could read my brother as if it were yesterday. He was hiding something.

Who was I to talk? I was hiding a ton, not the least of which was what my mother had to hold over my head.

I’d cut Roy some slack. This phone call had him seriously spooked. More spooked than it should, but I’d give him time.

“…might get cold,” Reid was saying.

“Sorry…what?” I said.

“If we don’t jump on this, the trail might get cold.”

“Oh.” I nodded. Whoever had offed Derek Wolfe had done the world a favor. I honestly hadn’t cared about the trail.

Until now.

We needed to figure out who had killed my father before someone found my secrets and the cops came after me.

And I had the distinct feeling that Roy had secrets of his own.

30

Lacey

My God, this man was boring. Brent Hedstrom was delicious to look at, and his hands were works of art that could soothe the tension out of anything, but could he talk about anything other than holistic stuff? I was all about massage and yoga and even color therapy. But cupping? Crystals? Psychic healing?

Yeah, drawing the line there. No way would I pay someone to heal me with his thoughts. I didn’t have that kind of spare change lying around.

I glanced over at Rock still sitting at the bar with his brothers. Rock Wolfe would be laughing his ass off at the idea of psychic healing.

And I’d be right there with him.

I held back my belly laugh, though. I was not a rude person. Besides, Brent was buying me dinner.

At least I thought he was, until he ordered a bottle of wine and then instructed the server to issue separate checks.

Seriously? I was a partner in a Manhattan law firm and could certainly afford my own dinner. And yes, I probably made ten times what he did as a massage therapist. But he had invited me.

I’d decided not to drink tonight, but when the server brought the wine and poured me a glass, I took a drink. Hell, I was paying for half of it, might as well get my money’s worth. After one sip, though, I knew I wouldn’t be finishing it. It was a German Riesling and was just too sweet for me. I’d be buying half of his bottle of wine. He’d probably cork it and take it home.

This would so be our only date. To think I’d actually had the idea that I’d sleep with him to get Rock off my mind.