“We’re going even if I have to drag you all the way there.” The irony didn’t escape him. He preferred his own company and was a workaholic, but he’d rather spend the afternoon strolling around DC with Mallory than anything else he could think of. Since he’d got out of jail he’d found a new appreciation for fresh air and walking. After nearly thirty-six hours of being cooped up he needed to be outside, to get Mallory out of the apartment and into the real world again. Maybe he could be good for her, short term. “Fine.” She rolled her eyes, but she laughed too. The sound went straight to his heart. He didn’t know the last time he’d enjoyed being with another person; of connecting with someone and taking pleasure in their company. He was setting himself up for disaster but the more time he spent with her, the more he was determined to do his damnedest to coax her away from the obsession with her sister’s case. Catching the bastard would be the most effective scenario.
