Love? Linc looked across the table at her and found her studying him, as well. Hoping to seem nonchalant, he smiled and gestured with his fork. “Pretty good, huh? I love their lasagna.”
Zoe mirrored his smile, but there was a poignancy in her eyes that made them glisten. Seconds later, she dropped her gaze to her plate and simply said, “Yes.”
“Captain Roark says I may be able to take Star home with me tonight. Tomorrow at the latest.”
“Good.”
“Sergeant James is going to assign one of our female Security Forces members to your watch tonight. If I were you, I’d invite her in and let her crash on the couch. Her dog will alert if anybody approaches.”
“Okay.”
One-word answers were unlike Zoe, and her mental state had him worried. “Look. I know you say you’re fine, but I’m not sure that’s completely true. Talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you. I really do want to help.”
She laid aside her fork and blotted her lips with a napkin before answering. “I know that. I just feel overwhelmed. So much has happened lately, and we have so few clues. It’s as though I’m stuck in a flat spin at ten thousand feet and can’t pull my aircraft out of it before I crash.”
“You won’t crash.”
“How do you know? How can anybody be sure?”
Linc sighed. “Well, for one thing, we’ve got reports that your brother has been seen—”
“Stop.” Teary-eyed, she held up a hand, palm toward him. “Stop calling him my brother, okay?”
“What should I call him?”
“I don’t care. Call him Boyd or the Red Rose Killer or abbreviate it to RRK the way I’ve heard other law enforcement officers do. Just stop reminding me we’re related. Please.”
“All right. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
“Normally, it isn’t.” She sniffed and touched her napkin to her cheek where tears had begun to dampen it. “It’s everything together. The attacks on me, the shooting I saw that left no trace, the—” Her eyes widened. “That’s it! That’s our answer.”
“What is?”
“Fake blood. Like in my apartment. Your CSIs were using a blue light to look for the real thing in that warehouse bay. Nobody thought to check it for what that stuff in my apartment was made of.”
“Whoa.” Linc sat back in his chair. “You’re right. I don’t suppose there are traces of it left by now, even if there were drops in the first place, but I’ll mention it to Captain Blackwood. Matter of fact, I’ll do it right now. Wait here.”
Zoe started to rise when he pulled out his cell and started for the door, so Linc repeated, “Wait here for me. I’ll be right outside where I can see you.”
He could tell she wanted to argue. To stay close to him. And although he knew that making the call in a crowded dining room wasn’t smart, he was sorely tempted to do it anyway. Seeing Zoe’s shoulders finally relax, he smiled back at her. “Thanks. This won’t take a minute.”
After wending his way between tables, Linc stepped outside as he was connecting. “Captain Blackwood. This is Colson. I’m still with Sergeant Sullivan and in view of what was involved in this morning’s incident at her apartment, we were wondering if that same artificial blood could have been used in the shooting she witnessed at the warehouse.”
Silence on the line worried Linc until he heard his captain clear his throat. “You may be right. It’d be hard to tell at this point, though.”
“It doesn’t leave trace evidence?”
“Not that remains discernible. What we collected this morning was a homemade concoction instead of one of the professional brands the movies use. That kind lights up when we spray luminal. This stuff was made of food you’d find in most kitchen cupboards, as I said. Anything that landed on the ground outside was probably eaten by insects almost immediately.”
“Hmm. Too bad. Zoe’s going to be disappointed.”
Blackwood’s voice rose. “What did you say?”
“Sergeant Sullivan will be disappointed.”
“No. You called her by her first name, Colson. I hope you remember that you are with her as a duty assignment.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, Captain. It’s just that—”
He was cut off. “No excuses. I know Master Sergeant James suggested that you befriend her, but that doesn’t mean you should actually become personally involved. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir. Crystal clear.” And almost totally unacceptable, Linc added to himself. Personally involved? Oh, yeah. It was already too late to prevent that. So how was he going to obey orders and still guard Zoe to the degree necessary?
That was a good question. Too bad he didn’t have a good answer. Linc clenched his jaw muscles. He not only did not have a feasible idea, he didn’t even have a poor one.
Turning on his heel, he straight-armed the restaurant door and returned to Zoe. Yes, Zoe, he affirmed. He’d have to take care to use her rank and last name when speaking to others, but in private, she was going to be Zoe.
Besides, he added, feeling his cheeks warming as their eyes met, he liked her, and Zoe was what he wanted to call her. What he would call her.
Linc smiled, rejoined her to report on the call and once again began to eat. The meal was cool and less appetizing than it had been but he was determined to finish so his companion would, too. She’d been picking at her food and he wanted her to keep up her energy.
“How about dessert?” Linc asked when she failed to follow his example.
Zoe shook her head and gave him a fond look that practically melted his heart. Why did he care so much? What in the world was wrong with him? Here he was, ready to defy a direct order and actually desiring chances to do so. That was more than stupid. It was insane.
Looking for a suitable diversion, Linc waved their waitress over.
“More sweet tea?” the young woman asked.
“Not for me. Zoe?”
“No, thanks.” She sat back and pushed her plate away. “I’m finished.”
“Then we’ll have three slices of apple pie to go,” he said. “And the bill.”
“You remembered Freddy,” Zoe said softly.
“Of course, I did. How could I forget Star’s little buddy? I should have asked you if it was okay, though. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. It’s more than okay,” Zoe told him. “Way more. You’d be surprised how many adults overlook children.”
“Your son’s hard to overlook,” Linc quipped. “He’s a really special little guy.”
The expression on Zoe’s face made him wonder how he had upset her. She’d seemed a tad down in the dumps during their meal, but now she looked as if she might cry. Should he ask? Or should he go on as if he hadn’t noticed?
Linc opted for the latter. He stood up and dropped a tip on the table. “We can settle up and get the pie at the register,” he said. “Come on. It’s time we checked in on Star again.”
With a protective hand at her waist, he ushered her through the restaurant. The urge to keep her close was almost as strong as his determination to use her first name. Worse, he wasn’t merely thinking of her as Zoe, he was seeing her as his Zoe.