Moira stared at Gabby. “I’m sure.” She hoped she covered her crush. “Why do you ask?” “I’ve never seen him this bent out of shape, and I don’t get what’s causing it.” Moira laughed. “I have that effect on him. I have since adolescence. He finds me annoying.” “Annoyed is only a fraction of what he’s feeling. We haven’t been partners long, but we’ve logged a lot of hours. I was sure he had something going with you and it was throwing him off his game. Especially after he stayed in your apartment the other day.” Moira felt her face flush. Damn pale skin gave everything away. “Don’t go there. I didn’t lock my door, so he let himself in and scared the crap out of me.” “He did what?” “You heard me. He just stood in my hallway, waiting for me to come out of the bedroom.” Moira shook her head at the memory.
