life. I hope he’s getting some strokes, too.”
“Any update on the little girl’s condition?”
“She’s doing okay, all things considered. Thank heavens that creep didn’t really bury her.” Kristie shuddered, remembering the first tense minutes after Justin had arrested Horton. The coach had refused to talk without a lawyer, and the cops had been frantic, not knowing where to start digging. Meanwhile, a small team had torn Horton’s house and vehicles apart, and once again, resourceful Justin Russo had come through, spying an almost imperceptible variation in the striped wallpaper that decorated Horton’s bedroom. Seconds later, Justin had pried open a flat-paneled closet door and had pulled little Lizzie Rodriguez into his arms.
Patting Kristie’s hand, David told her, “Why don’t you ask Ray for the rest of the day off? You must be beat.”
“I’m fine.”
“Kristie!” Ray’s secretary called out from across the expanse that separated the spinners from their boss’s office. “Ray wants to see you,” Beth added.
“I’ll be right there,” Kristie called back, pleased that she was finally going to hear her supervisor’s reaction to the prior evening’s adventure. Ray had taken a big chance hiring her, given her lack of on-the-job experience, and in her first six months at SPIN, he had become both mentor and friend, praising her talent and giving her some of the best cases. Now his faith in her had been justified. She could only imagine how proud he was.
“You might want to tilt his office blinds closed, just in case this turns out to be the big day,” David suggested slyly.
“Pardon?”
Her friend grinned. “People have been hugging you all day. I figure when Ray takes his turn, you guys might not be able to stop. And frankly, it’s about time.”
“Me and Ray?” Kristie glared. “Are you nuts?”
“No, just perceptive,” he said, chuckling. Then he seemed to realize he was the only one laughing, and cleared his throat. “Sorry. Taboo subject.”
“It’s not taboo. It’s not a subject at all. Ray and I are just friends.”
“Right.”
“David! I’m serious. There’s nothing going on.”
“I know that. You’re both too disciplined to have an affair on the job. I just thought—” He shook his head. “Are you saying you don’t have the hots for him? Not even a little?”
“Of course not.” She glanced toward Ray’s office to confirm he wasn’t watching, then insisted, “Ray and I are two peas in a pod. We like the same music, the same books, the same movies. We’ve got the same skills, tastes and political views. We’re the proverbial twins separated at birth.”
“Yeah? Well, do the guy a favor,” David suggested dryly. “When he finally cracks and pours his heart out to you, don’t tell him you love him like a brother.”
Kristie groaned in frustration. “You’ve seen us together, attacking the crossword puzzle and laughing on break, and you think it’s romantic. But it’s not. We’re just kindred spirits. There’s no chemistry. No longing glances or any of that.”
She sighed as she added, “Don’t get me wrong. The guy’s gorgeous. I’d have to be dead not to notice that. But there’s no spark. Nothing. Nada.”
“Fine. My mistake. Forget I said anything.”
She studied him warily. “You’re his best friend. Has he said something to you?”
“Nope.”
“But you really think…?”
David shrugged his shoulders. “Obviously I was wrong.”
She smiled, relieved. “Thanks for scaring me to death.”
“Whatever.”
He was too quick to look down at his shirtfront, picking at some microscopic piece of lint, and she realized he wasn’t yet convinced. And considering how well he knew Ray, that was beginning to worry her.
“I’m not his type, David. You of all people should know that.”
“I should?”
“You’ve met his ex-wife, right? I found out all about her when I was doing research for my job interview. Red hair, green eyes, svelte. There was another girl, too, one he was engaged to when he was in the army. Angela something. Same type as the wife. And that senator from Ohio that he had a fling with. The one with the gorgeous auburn curls. That’s how I got the idea for Melissa Daniels. Red wig, green contacts, flashy makeup and a push-up bra. The works.” With a wicked smile, she admitted, “It was dirty pool, but I wanted to throw him off guard so he wouldn’t notice any little imperfections in my cover story. I did my best to impersonate his favorite female fantasy.”
David arched an eyebrow. “You intentionally made Ray fall for you?”
“Not for me. For Melissa.” Kristie gave her fellow spinner a halfhearted glare. “This is nuts. If it’s true—if he really does have a harmless little crush on me—it’s a simple case of transference.”
Yeah. Tell him that,” David drawled. “It’ll make him feel so much better.”
“Hey, you two.” Beth bustled over to the spinners and scolded them playfully. “For some reason, Ray thinks he’s in charge. And since he can see the two of you sitting here gabbing, I can’t exactly cover for you.”
Kristie shot a quick look toward the office, and was again relieved to see that Ray wasn’t watching them. Not that there was anything to watch. And not that Ray shouldn’t look at her whenever he wanted—
“Thanks a lot, David,” she muttered. “You’ve completely freaked me out.”
“Sorry. Just remember not to use the b-word when tou talk to him.”
“B-word?”
“Brother.”
Grimacing, she nodded, then hurried to her boss’s glass-walled office.
“Ray? Beth said you wanted to see me.”
Without looking up, he told her, “Close the door and take a seat, Kristie. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
She was relieved to note that the blinds were wide open. And he wanted her to sit on the other side of the desk from him. Business as usual. No sexual tension. He barely seemed to know she was there.
Slipping into a chair, she took a moment to study him. He was a truly handsome man with a ramrod build, raven-black hair and an endearingly boring habit of wearing a white shirt and conservative tie every single day.
Would she have been attracted to him had they met under other circumstances? Probably not. She was a firm believer in chemistry, and there simply wasn’t any between them, at least, not on her part.
Realizing that a full minute had passed in silence, she murmured, “If this is a bad time, I can come back.”
“I’ll be with you as soon as I finish this list.”
“Sounds mysterious. What kind of list?”
He raised his gaze to hers, stunning her with the cold gleam in his usually sweet eyes. “I thought it would be easier if we went infraction by infraction.”
“Oh.” She coughed to clear the surprise from her throat. “I get it.”
“You ‘get’ it? That’s all you have to say for yourself?” Exploding out of his chair, he began gesturing wildly. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“Ray—”
“Don’t ‘Ray’ me!” He took a deep breath, visibly getting his temper under control, then sat back down and