She blinked. “We worked with Dr. Ortega on the Snowblood Peak killings, Huck.” Had he somehow forgotten that? “Have you sustained a head injury since we last worked together?” That would explain why he hadn’t bothered to call.

The look he shot her this time wasn’t veiled. Irritation with a hint of amusement lifted his upper lip. She’d studied facial expressions and emotions ad nauseam through the years, trying to learn how to relate to people. It appeared she was finally becoming proficient at it.

“Are you being a smartass?” he asked.

“No,” she said honestly.

He shook his head. “Forget about it.”

“I don’t forget anything.” She was missing something, an understanding just out of her reach. Like something fluttering slightly beyond her line of vision. Her mind mulled it over. “You and I had one night together. You said it was a ‘one-off,’ I agreed, and I thought we were becoming friends.”

She chewed on her lip, not needing him to respond. “Yet you dislike the idea that a relationship might have begun between Dr. Ortega and me.” Her mind knitted connections together faster than her hands could piece a quilt. “So you don’t want the case compromised, you’re concerned that he’s much older and married, or you don’t like me being intimate with another man just because I had sex with you one night?” Triumph filled her. “Am I close?”

He looked fully her way. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No.” Her shoulders fell.

“It was more than once.”

Warmth filtered through her. “That’s factual. One night.” Three times in one night. The captain had stamina. “Am I misinterpreting your words?”

He studied her and then looked back out the front window. “You are an odd one, Laurel Snow.”

“This is not the first time I’ve heard that statement,” she said, taking another drink of her latte. She could talk to Kate later about the entire conversation. The woman was admirably insightful.

“Fine. It’s probably all three of those things,” Huck said, not looking at her. “I don’t want my case messed up, I don’t like the idea of Ortega cheating on his wife, who is a very nice person, and I don’t enjoy the image of you sleeping with him. Happy now?”

Happy wasn’t exactly her state of being, but she was definitely intrigued. “How do you know his wife?”

“I’ve lived here awhile, Agent Snow,” Huck muttered. “I get out once in a while, you know.”