He pushed away from his desk, crossed the office and headed straight to the coffeepot. With his brow furrowed and his mouth tucked in a somber frown, he probably looked like a man mulling over how best to capture the remaining members of the Folsom Gang. But really he was trying to figure out why he’d reacted to Callie the way he did. Why did he like her when he hadn’t gone out of his way to like any woman in the past nine years? What was different about her? “I ain’t happy about it either,” Pauly said, his wounded arm patched up and in a sling. “Why Ann had to go and get married, I don’t know. Who’s gonna pour our coffee around here? That’s what I’d like to know.” “You didn’t break both arms.” Deeks tossed a wry grin and grabbed another cup off the shelf while he was at it and filled both with the pot from the stove. “I’ll do it this once, seeing as the doc had to dig out that bullet and sew you up. Gotta be smart enough to dodge those things, buddy.”
