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He grinned, but when his gaze met hers again she saw a sheen of tears in his eyes. “Thanks,” he said.
“For what?” Della asked.
“I don’t know. Listening, maybe. Saying the right thing.”
She frowned. “I pretty much suck at that.”
“Nah,” he said. “Actually, you’re not that bad at it.”
“You know who’s better at it?” she said.
“Who? Miranda?” he asked.
“Uh, well, I was gonna say Kylie. She’s like a little Holiday. She says all the crap you don’t want to hear, but she’s right, and while you don’t like it, you need to hear it. But I’ll bet Miranda is good too.”
He shook his head. “I wish I could talk to Miranda. She’s still playing hard to get.” Shuffling his feet, he looked out at the sky. At almost five, the sun was a big ball of yellow.
“Do you know if Miranda’s seeing that FRU agent?”
What could she say? Yeah, she saw him last weekend and wanted to kiss him.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Della so didn’t want to get in the middle of this. But in a way she was. Smack dab in the middle, too. Worse than being in the middle, she’s been the cause of it.
For the first time she felt guilty for encouraging the witch to give the warlock a chance. Perry would totally hate her if he knew that.
But at the time, the shape-shifter had practically dumped Miranda. And as good a friend as Perry was, Miranda trumped him.
“Is she?” Perry asked again.
“I…” As a shape-shifter, Perry couldn’t sense if she lied, but lying to someone she liked gave her stomach cramps. But damn, this was why she didn’t like listening and being someone’s commiserating buddy.
Right then, Burnett landed on the porch. Saved by the vampire. Relief spiraled through her. Temporary relief, but at this point she’d take it.
“Where’s Chase?” Burnett asked.
“Here,” Chase said, walking up.
“Then let’s go get some answers.”
* * *
They had all walked into the observation room with a two-way mirror. Through the mirror Della saw Sam sitting at the table, looking lost and scared. Before anyone spoke to Sam, they were waiting on another agent, who’d briefly interrogated Sam. She hadn’t arrived yet.
Another agent stuck his head into the room.
“If he”—the man pointed to Chase—“is working this case, you need to get him to sign a contract now.”
“Let’s get this over with.” Burnett led Chase out, leaving Della with Perry. Before the door closed, Shawn—Miranda’s Shawn—walked past.
After staring at his cousin for a few seconds, Perry started toward the door. “I’ll be right back,” he offered. He was almost out the door when Della realized what he might be doing.
“Hey,” she said.
He looked back. “What?”
“Don’t go looking for trouble.”
“I’m not,” Perry said. “I just want some air.”
