A slight pounding started behind Nikki’s eyes. She rubbed at her temple in a pathetic attempt to will the throbbing away. Her gaze connected with the grim man striding toward her and the friendly detective as they waited for the elevator. He said nothing. Just stopped and stood behind his partner. Delaney turned and thrust her suitcase at the scowling bugger. “Here, you should take this. I’m driving my own car home, remember?” The light-haired detective turned back to her empty-handed and smiled. “I would invite you both over for supper, but I’m still settling in.” “That’s okay,” Nikki rushed to say, wanting to put the kind man at ease as they stepped into the opened elevator. Delaney would’ve been a great buffer. “I’m sure we’ll manage.” She lied. She was far from sure. In fact, the only thing Nikki was certain of was the stark tension emanating from the silent man gripping her suitcase.
