Only he hadn’t even really said that. He’d just said it was over. Except now he was saying he still wanted her. That doesn’t matter right now. Focus. Get your head in the game. She paused outside the closed door with the big number three on it, then kept going one more door down, to the viewing room that opened up from Interrogation Three. Long and narrow, with little more than a couple of chairs and a low shelving unit that held some random office supplies and a stack of sales brochures for various law enforcement supply stores, the viewing room wasn’t exactly built for comfort. Then again, she wasn’t there to hang out. She was there to jog her damned unjoggable memory. “You want company?” Gigi said from the open doorway. Matt stood behind her, not touching her yet somehow managing to look possessive and protective, as if he would take a piece out of anybody who tried to hurt her.
