“You’re crazy, certifiably insane.” She backed out of the parlor and into the hall. “Don’t touch me. They know where I am back at the station.” Sam stopped, spread his legs, and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, watching through nearly closed eyes. He hadn’t meant to scare her. He was only teasing. He’d better set her straight before she called in the cavalry. Andrea was holding up both fists, her body set in a boxer’s stance. “If I don’t get back, the whole county will be after you. Louise Roberts knows what you look like,” she warned. “After me?” he said dryly. “Put down your dukes, Chief. Who do you think I am? I’m not going anywhere, at least not yet. I’m sorry if I frightened you. I think the blood on my shirt must have come from your head. All I want to do is look.” Andrea glared at him suspiciously. She realized that she was responding to him as a woman, not as the chief of police. But at the moment she was having trouble keeping the situation professional.
