“We’re friends.” Huck couldn’t go through his entire life with just the dog as his friend. “I’m not a great friend, but I consider you one. If you need anything, I’m here. Just name it.”

“Okay. Don’t waste your life. That’s all I ask.” When Huck frowned, Monty held up a hand. “I’m just saying. Making friendships and connections matter, and perhaps it’s time for you to stop going it alone in the wilderness with the dog. It’s nice having you here in the office.”

Aeneas barked as if in agreement.

Huck frowned at the dog, whose tongue rolled out. “I’ll think about it. For now, I’ll call you if we find anything at the greenhouse, and please contact me if the BOLO produces any results for the heart surgeon. His phone was found in his office, but there hasn’t been any other trace of him, which I don’t like. Dr. Keyes has to be found.”

“You’ve got it. And say hi to Agent Snow for me,” Monty said. “Her mama brought me cookies earlier. She’s a sweetheart.”

“Bye.” Huck turned and walked by the rows of file cabinets and out the main entrance to the vestibule, where Laurel was just emerging from her stairwell. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She buttoned up her wool coat, her gaze sliding past his face to the outside door. “We need to get going.”

Huck opened the door for her, noting she didn’t meet his eyes. Great. Now what had he done? “I’m driving.”

“I assumed.” She jerked when he reached the passenger-side door first to open it. “Um, thanks.”

“Sure.” Amusement caught him unaware and he waited until she’d sat before shutting her door. How laconic had he been for her to be surprised to see him act as a gentleman? Though he’d never met his mother, his father had taught him better than that. Mostly. He settled the dog in his crate and then jumped inside the truck, starting the engine and letting the cab heat up. They were just a couple of miles away from the greenhouse when he broke the silence. “What’s bothering you?”

“Do you think I could be a psychopath?”

He blinked. Once and then again. Yeah, he’d been expecting a “nothing” or a “where are we going” or “last night was a mistake.” He should’ve known better. “No. Do you think you’re a psychopath?”

“No.” Her stiff shoulders softened. “I know I’m not.” Then she chewed on her lip. “Do you think most psychopaths know they’re psychopaths?”

“Hell if I know. That’s your field.” He glanced down at her, trying to track her thoughts. Nope. He had nothing. “Why are you worrying about this?”

She pulled off her black leather gloves. “Abigail dropped by to see me.”