Love Under Fire. Frances Housden

on the bar and she ground out, “Bring me a cup of coffee” or else.

      “I’ll have coffee, too,” Rowan bit out in a way that brooked no opposition.

      “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Johanna?” wheedled Rocky.

      Thankfully, Rowan let her off the hook by thrusting his hand out. “Rowan McQuaid.”

      “Rocky Skelton, owner. Glad to meet anyone who can drag Johanna in here. We don’t see enough of her.”

      Jo found it hard to keep the glee out of her voice as she butted in. “Rowan’s from Allied Insurance. He’s come to investigate your fire.”

      She watched Rocky closely. Tension bunched in his shoulders as he wiped his hands on the towel he kept hanging at his waist for polishing glasses. Though his body language said flight, he hadn’t been a cop all those years without learning how to bluff.

      “About time. Maybe we’ll get some action round here.” His friendliness wasn’t apparent in the look he darted at Jo. “I thought you two were an item when you came in. Sorry, my mistake,” Rocky said.

      “You weren’t too far out. Jo and I have been friends for a good many years.”

      “Give me a second and I’ll get those coffees. On the house, of course.”

      Rowan didn’t bat an eye as he refused. “No need, I’m on an expense account.”

      Rocky grabbed a couple of cups from the top of the espresso machine and began making noises with milk and steam.

      With his elbows on the bar, Rowan angled his body to face her. It put them close, close enough for his breath to brush her cheek. Close enough to taste it on her lips. But soon it became clear he only wanted to speak without being overheard. “Bad news, we’ve given him time to get his act together.”

      “Sorry about that.”

      “You didn’t tell me you were friends with Skelton, Johanna. Anything I should know about?”

      “It’s a long story, nothing that affects this case.” Whoa, back up girl. Lord, she’d nearly caught herself out on a lie. “Well, only indirectly, but this isn’t the place.”

      She drummed her fingers on the bar impatiently. The coffee was taking forever. Rocky kept breaking off to serve someone else. At this rate the coffee would be cold before they were served. She watched Rocky scowl at a grungy-looking kid who hardly looked old enough to be in the bar. Should she check him out? The kid kept on calling and Rocky just kept on ignoring him.

      She noticed Rowan watching the byplay. “Interesting, don’t you think?” Sliding down off her stool, she said, “I can’t wait any longer for that coffee. Tell Rocky I’ve gone to speak with Ginny’s mom.”

      With one eye on Ms. Wilks and her one-handed balancing act with a tray filled with bottles and glasses as she wiped up spills from the table, Jo walked idly past the kid sitting alone on the far side of the bar. The closer she got, the more she thought she knew him from somewhere, but she decided not to approach him. Instead she salted his features away in her memory for future reference.

      She’d always had a nose for sussing if something was out of kilter, but the whiff of cannabis was unexpected. The air in the bar was quite blue with smoke, even in the nonsmoking area, it hung close to the ceiling. But this was different.

      Without making it too obvious she checked out his hands for a cigarette. He wasn’t holding one.

      No matter, fire was needed for smoke and a pinpoint of flame glowed at the back of her mind. Let it burn long enough… Oh yeah, sometimes her patience surprised her, only look at this business with Rocky and her dad.

      The waiting would simply make a positive result all the sweeter.