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“But you thought I killed him.”

“I thought you might've been involved,” I admit. “I was wrong. I know that now.”

Her eyes widen slightly.

Beside me, Pierce makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.

I shoot him a glare.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says, smiling.

I turn back to Raewyn.

“The scent match doesn't change the fact that you're a witness to a murder,” I explain. “And it doesn’t stop this investigation, which is something we have to work around somehow.”

“So you'd help me even if we weren't matched?”

“Yes,” Pierce says firmly. “We would. That’s why we were trying to find you in the first place.”

I nod in agreement.

She looks between us before a small smile appears on her face.

And fuck me if that little smile doesn't make something in my chest ache.

“Okay,” she says. “Thank you for answering those questions. And I think I would like to get to know the both of you more, but I don’t know how to do that with all of this going on.”

“Neither do we,” Pierce admits. “But we can figure it out.”

“Together,” I add.

Her smile grows, making my chest warm.

Trinity comes back into the room with that tray again. This time it has four bowls and a plate of sandwiches. She puts it down on that same table.

“Sorry there isn’t more room. Just don’t get stains on the carpet or the couches.” Trinity winks as she hands me a bowl.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The four of us spend the next twenty minutes eating grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.

Chapter Fourteen

Raewyn

Grilled cheese and tomato soup is one of my favorite meals. I used to make it for myself all the time, especially when the weather started to get colder. There is something about soup that warms you up in many ways. It’s comforting, and after the last couple of weeks I’ve had, comfort is what I need.

Trina loves soup too, and that’s why there is always a pot in the fridge, waiting to be warmed and eaten.

None of us speak much while we eat, just a bit of small talk. I listen more than contribute because I’m not sure what to say. Before I know it, our bowls are empty and the sandwiches are all gone.

“We should probably get going,” Pierce says as he puts his empty bowl on the tray. Forge does the same, and then Trina collects the rest of the dishes and brings them into the kitchen to wash.

My stomach drops, which is silly.

They've been here for a while now. They're detectives with jobs, and one of those jobs is finding the men who killed Tiger.