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Della stopped in the hall. Chase pulled away and didn’t even look at her. He leaned against the white wall and closed his eyes.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Fine,” he said, his tone as cold as the air that had been in the room.
“You sure?” she asked when he didn’t open his eyes.
“I said I was fine,” he snapped.
“But you look—”
“Friggin’ hell, would you drop it!” He pushed off the wall and started out.
She stood there for a few seconds, trying to decide if she was more angry at his reaction or more worried. Worry won and she took off after him.
She found him leaning against Burnett’s car.
The night had chased away every sliver of color from the sky, but the full moon shone down brightly, giving the parking lot an almost silver glow.
He saw her, and his mutterings of some four-letter words reached her ears, making it clear she wasn’t welcome. She didn’t give a rat’s ass, and she kept on walking toward him.
Chapter Twenty-nine
She was ready to give him some shit, until she got close enough and saw his expression. Pain, grief, guilt. Emotions she’d just pushed away herself.
So she resisted making her snide remarks. Her footsteps sounded too loud. She leaned against the car beside him. Her arm almost touched his. The dark cold surrounded them, and the lukewarm temperature of his body reached her.
For several seconds neither of them spoke. But oddly enough, she could feel his pain.
“It reminded me of Chan,” she said, thinking that if she reached out, he might reach back.
He nodded, and she felt him shift his weight. “I was an ass,” he said, his voice still holding the remnants of anger.
“Yup.” She waited for him to explain.
He didn’t. He didn’t have to, she told herself. She wasn’t a big fan of spilling her guts either.
But she wanted him to. And just how much she wanted him to, scared her. Scared her because it reminded her of how imbalanced, how undefined this thing between them was. She cared, but didn’t want to. She trusted, but not completely.
He shifted again and she glanced at him, only to find him looking at her. But damn, it hurt to see it, the pain lingering in his eyes.
What was hurting him?
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Yeah, but you know when you’re an ass to someone, it helps if you explain it.”
Inhaling, he looked ready to spill when the sound of a door swishing open echoed into the night. Footsteps rang out.
“You two ready?” Burnett asked.
“Yeah,” Della answered.
She got in the front and let Chase take the backseat.
“What all did you get?” Della asked, hoping to hide the awkward silence.
“Bite marks, a few hairs, and a confirmation that it was weres. Nothing that will hand the killers over on a silver platter, but it’s a start. I forgot to ask, did you two discover anything when you compared notes on the vision?”