Her mouth parted, yet she didn’t speak as if words escaped her.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Robin,” Petunia added.
Robin’s face softened at the sound of Petunia’s voice. It always did. Robin and Petunia spent a lot of time together. When Robin wasn’t cooking, she was helping around the house with other duties. Carter depended on her for much of everything.
“It’s okay, Petunia. Your birthday was yesterday. Tomorrow you can eat healthier again. You are a growing girl,” Robin finally answered.
Gwen whispered into Cassandra’s ear before heading for the door.
Max followed behind her and stopped when he spotted Rose standing guard outside Carter’s office door. Gwen and Rose spoke in hushed tones before Gwen headed toward the front door.
“Where are you going?” Max asked, following her out the door and down the driveway. She jogged across the street to a car, and he followed.
“I’m going to the park,” she answered. “Petunia goes to the park on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So, if I catch the guy who watches her, then FDG can close your case.”
“You in a hurry to close the case,” he asked stepping near her. Max stared down into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. That fine line between pleasure and business was getting blurrier.
Her hand on his chest stopped him. “I’m on the clock, Counselor.”
“You’re right,” Max said, jogging around to the passenger side of her car.
She slid behind the wheel. “Don’t you have a court case or something?”
“Both Carter and I agreed we would take this time off until the wedding was over. Amelia’s and Petunia’s safety come first. Work and money are replaceable; blood isn’t.”
As if she agreed, she turned the ignition and threw it into gear, heading down the road. She glanced in his direction and sighed. “If you’re going hunting with me, that suit isn’t going to get us far.”
“You don’t like my suit?” he asked.
“I’ll like it more on my bedroom floor when this is over, but for now, I suggest you change into something less…you.” She grinned. “Your suit is like a barrier and that’s the last thing we need.”
“Now you’re the one underestimating my ability to get people to talk.”
Gwen shrugged. “First one that clams up, I’m taking you home.”
