She blushed slightly. “There’s nothing between Curt and me.”
“But you’d like there to be.”
“I would like for this conversation to be over,” she said firmly as Curt reached them. She looked over and saw Travis walking at a more leisurely pace towards them. She hadn’t recognized him when he’d first approached her. He looked different without his camouflage gear and that fierce look on his face. Wearing jeans, a shirt, and a smile he’d almost looked approachable. When she’d realized who he was, she’d felt a little uncomfortable, knowing he’d seen her at her most vulnerable. But it hadn’t taken him long to have her laughing at one of his stories, which she was certain had been greatly stripped down so what had probably been a dangerous situation just sounded funny.
“Sometimes we don’t get what we want.”
Actually, she’d found that was pretty much always the case.
“Hello, you must be Curt,” Saxon said calmly as Curt reached them. He held out his hand while Curt eyed him suspiciously.
She shot Saxon a warning look.
He smiled slightly.
Oh crap.
Saxon smiling was not a reassuring thing.
“Hey,” Curt replied, shaking his hand.
“Curt, this is Joel Saxon. He’s. . . um . . .”
“The owner of Saxon’s,” Travis said as he drew close. “The local BDSM club.”
“I prefer the best BDSM club in the state,” Saxon said smoothly. “Travis, how are you?”
“You two know each other?” she asked with surprise.
“I worked a case here in Haven a while back,” Travis said. “Met Saxon back then. Not sure I’d call Saxon’s the best, though.”
Saxon narrowed his gaze. “That so?”
“Maybe you two could go somewhere and work out your differences. I need to speak to Jenna.”
Jenna sighed. “I don’t think there’s anything to say, Curt. It’s been a long day. I just want to go home, call the hospital to check on Mrs. Childs, and then soak in the tub and forget any of this happened.”
“We need to talk,” he replied stubbornly.
Was he completely without sympathy? He hadn’t been when he was younger, but she was starting to learn this Curt was far different from the boy, and even the man she’d known before Amelia’s death. Had losing his wife turned him into this hard, stubborn man before her?
She guessed so.
“Curt, I don’t know why you’re here, but surely whatever it is can wait until morning.”
“Actually, honey, it can’t.”
She looked over at Travis as he gave her a sympathetic look. “What Curt was trying to say is we know this has been a rough day and we wish we could just let you rest, but the reason we came here is important. We need to talk to you. Now.”
She stared at Travis then Curt, who remained quiet, although his face looked pinched and displeased.
“Wonderful. I guess my day is about to get worse, right?”
Travis grimaced. “I’m afraid so.”
Yippee.
Chapter Seven