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He walked closer, pushing back the sexy thoughts, because now wasn’t the time, and concentrated on the blood. “Have you cleaned the wounds?”
“No, I had to get him out of the cabin. And because I care more about him than his owner does, I wasn’t going to just let him run loose. There are wolves out there.”
“I’m sorry. Let me help you clean the wounds.”
“No. I’m going home. I’ll do it there.”
“Wait,” he said. “Let me at least give you some ointment.”
“I’ve got some.” She walked past him.
“This is better. It’s especially for vampires.” He darted over to his backpack and pulled a tube out. He walked over to hand it to her. She smelled so damn good, as if she’d just showered. Shampoo and feminine soap. When his fingers brushed her hand, his heart hiccupped and he could swear he saw her pupils grow bigger.
“Your uncle came up with it.” He had to force his eyes away from her breasts, where he could almost make out her nipples.
She frowned, but took it. “Were you able to describe the face from my vision?”
“Yeah, the artist did a good job. They ran it through their database, but didn’t get anything.”
He ached to run his hand across her cheek. She looked so … touchable.
“So we still have nothing.”
“We’ll get them,” he said. “We still need to go over the vision. See if we can remember anything different that could help us.”
“Then let’s do it.” The fact that she agreed so quickly sent a tiny wiggle of pleasure to his chest. He’d love to stay here and enjoy … what he could almost make out under her shirt.
“I can’t. I have to be somewhere, but I could come by your cabin when I get back. It might be late. Or we could do it tomorrow evening. I’m pretty sure Burnett has me working tomorrow morning.”
She stood there staring at him as if trying to read him. “You’re going somewhere?”
He nodded.
“Is it about the case?”
He nodded again.
“My dad’s case?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let me change my clothes and I’ll come with you.”
He shook his head. “No.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Because you can’t.”
Doubt filled her dark eyes. “Is Burnett going?”
“No. I have to do this one on my own.”
“Do what on your own?” she asked, tilting her head to the left. Her right hand came to rest on her hip. Chase wondered if she knew how cute she looked doing that. Like a kitten trying to act tough. Someday when he knew her claws had been clipped, and he wasn’t quite so afraid of her, he’d tell her that.
“Where are you going?” she snapped.
“Burnett mentioned something earlier. He said the best place to get information about lowlifes like Douglas Stone would be from other lowlifes. I called in a favor from a friend. A guard at one of the council’s prisons. He’s letting me in to ask questions. I was going last night but didn’t make it. And I didn’t mention it to Burnett because … there’s no way they’d let him in.”
