Amber sighed. She should pull herself together. Her attorney was on the way over with whatever details the police had shared with him. They’d done nothing but ask questions this morning. Each time her attorney had asked about the evidence, the detective had evaded the question. Still, she hadn’t needed a lawyer to tell her that she wouldn’t have been called in and so thoroughly questioned had there been no evidence. Friends, colleagues and people acquainted with the victim were questioned in their homes or workplaces. Only the ones about to be named a person of interest—or, worse, a suspect—were hauled to the station and interviewed. The police had wanted her off balance—which was not a good thing.
How the hell was this possible?
She needed a couple of cocktails and a good night’s sleep. Maybe she’d wake up in the morning and discover this had all been just one big old bad nightmare.
Finding Sean Douglas kicked back on the sofa in her living room reminded her that the situation was all too real.
“I put on a pot of coffee.” He leaned forward and braced his forearms on his knees. “I figured some caffeine would be useful the next few hours.”
She would have preferred a caramel latte, but she’d been too emotional to think of dropping by her favorite coffee shop after leaving the police department. Her parents were beside themselves. They were in a remote part of Africa on a medical aid mission and couldn’t get back for days. She and Barbara had insisted they stay and do the important work they’d gone there to do. This entire business was nothing more than a mistake. Surely it would be cleared up in a day or two.
Belatedly she remembered to say, “Thank you.” Her attorney, Frank Teller, was a coffee drinker. Vaguely she wondered how Douglas had known this or if he was a coffee guy, too.
“I can call in some lunch for delivery. I’m guessing you didn’t take time for breakfast this morning.”
She appreciated the offer but said, “I had a protein smoothie. I’m fine.”
He dismissed her response with a wave of his hand. “How about a pizza or a burger? Your choice.”
She couldn’t possibly eat. “I’m not hungry. Feel free to raid my kitchen or order something for yourself.”
His mouth eased into a lopsided grin. “Already done that. You’re fresh out of real food.”
A frown furrowed her brow. He’d prowled through her kitchen? What kind of bodyguard checked the fridge?
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself,” he suggested with a pat of the sofa cushion next to him.
Amber felt sure that inviting pat worked well for him under normal circumstances, but those blue eyes and that hopeful smile did little more than annoy her at the moment. “Weren’t you briefed on my case?”
The need for personal security was entirely new to her, but instinct told her a man assigned to protect her would certainly have been briefed about the situation. Small talk was the furthest thing from her mind. He needed to find a way to entertain himself if he was bored. She had no desire to chat.
“I was.” He clasped his hands between his spread thighs.
“What else do you need to know?” She gave herself a mental pat on the back for not sounding as snippy as she felt.
“Until this situation is resolved,” he began, tracking her movements with those blue eyes as she settled in a chair a few feet away, “we’ll be spending a lot of time together. It’s helpful to know a little more than the facts of the case. What time do you like to get up in the mornings? What’s your usual bedtime? Do you watch television or read or just relax in the evenings? Should I expect company? Is there a boyfriend to accommodate?” He shrugged. “Things like that are good to know.”
For the love of Mike. Amber shook off the frustration. His request had merit. No need to be unreasonable. “I’m up at six unless I’m called to a scene earlier or I host the morning news the way I did this morning. I go to bed right after the ten o’clock news assuming I haven’t been called out to a scene. I usually leave the television turned on all night.” She glanced at the dark screen hanging on the wall above her fireplace. She imagined that every channel was running stories about her and the murder. “I might be taking a break from that habit for a few days.”
“Understandable.” He cocked an eyebrow. “What about a boyfriend?”
“There is no boyfriend.” Somehow saying it out loud sounded far worse than simply knowing it. She hadn’t been in a serious relationship in more than a year. Maybe there wouldn’t be another one. Who had time? More important, who cared? She had everything she needed. If that’s so, why the sudden need to justify your status?
He made a knowing sound as something like surprise flashed across his face. “A girlfriend then?”
“No girlfriend.”
He made one of those male grunts that could convey surprise as easily as indifference. Either way, the sound got on her already-frazzled nerves.
“Your degree is in mass communications,” he said, changing the subject. “When did you decide you preferred working in front of the camera versus behind it?”
“I didn’t decide. The journalist I assisted during my first assignment was in a car accident. Everyone was on the scene except her and the cameraman told me to get in front of the camera and do the job. The audience responded well to me, so that’s where the powers that be decided I should be—on-screen.”
“But you had aspirations?”
Amber nodded. “I had my heart set on hosting one of the big entertainment news shows.” She laughed, remembering the horror on her parents’ faces when she’d told them. “It wasn’t exactly the career my family had hoped for.”
He smiled. It was nice. Really nice. Too nice, damn it. “Your parents and your sister are all doctors.”
“Yes. I’m the black sheep.” The realization that her words had never been truer stole the air from her lungs. Now she was a potential suspect in a homicide.
The doorbell saved her from going down that pity path. She stood to go to the door, but Douglas moved ahead of her and checked the security viewfinder.
“It’s Mr. Teller.”
Douglas opened the door, and Teller came inside. He’d already been introduced to the man who would be keeping watch over her. There was just something wrong with calling him a bodyguard. Particularly since she continued to have a bit of trouble keeping her attention off his body. The foolish reaction had to be about sex. She hadn’t been intimate with anyone since she and Josh had ended their relationship.
Her gaze drifted to the man assigned to protect her. Don’t even go there.
“We should speak privately,” Frank Teller announced before saying hello. He looked from Amber to Douglas and back.
“I’d like him to stay,” Amber countered. Douglas and his boss would need to be kept up to speed anyway.
When Teller relented, Douglas insisted on serving the coffee. Amber was happy to let him do the honors. Her knees were feeling a little weak as she sank back into a chair. Maybe it was the grim expression Teller wore.
He placed his briefcase on the coffee table and opened it. “The news is not good.”
Amber’s stomach did the sinking now. “What sort of evidence could they possibly have? I don’t even know this man! He...he made deliveries to my house and the station a couple of times.” Maybe more than a couple of times. Still, the whole thing was incredible.
“Amber.” Teller closed his briefcase and placed the folder he’d removed atop it. “I’ve known your family for most of my life. Your father is my father’s personal physician. Your mother was my pediatrician. I, of all