“I don’t know what you mean by that, Ted,” Sheridan had said. Pearson apparently had decided to eat elsewhere, or was skipping lunch and holding Logan’s hand, or maybe beating the shit out of him. I really didn’t care which, as long as Logan was somewhere else. I knew I’d have to deal with him again, but later was better than now.

“It’d be much more comfortable sharing this meal at your desk like we normally do,” he said with that Ted smile that seemed to melt women into their socks but had never worked on me, because I’d met him when he was being just Edward. His cold-blooded-killer mode was far less charming than good ol’ boy Ted.

She actually got a little flustered, spilling bits of her sandwich on one of the photos. Thanks to modern technology, we could print more almost instantly, but still you tried not to get the evidence messy. While Sheridan grabbed for napkins I gave Edward a raised-eyebrow look. He smiled innocently back at me as if butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth, then went to help her clean up, which made her start to drop things again. I didn’t know what game he was playing, only that he was playing one. I was so bad at being devious that I didn’t try, but he was really good at it. I just didn’t know why he was being devious in Inspector Rachel Sheridan’s direction. Maybe it amused him? I wouldn’t know unless he told me, and if I asked outright, he wouldn’t, so I just watched the show.

Nolan, who was sitting at the end of the table again, caught my eye, and just the look let me know that he was wondering what game Edward was playing, too. I gave a small shrug and took another bite of my sandwich.

“I wonder if Jacob Pennyfeather would have any insight into these crimes,” he said as he helped Sheridan pick up the papers she’d managed to knock off the table.

She looked up at him, brown eyes wide and a little startled. “I don’t know.”

“He knew more about saving vampires than we did at the last crime scene. Anita and I know more about killing them than healing them.”

She stood up with the papers clasped to her chest. “I don’t think this case is about saving vampires.”

Was Edward flirting with her because he saw an opening to manipulate her? Nothing specific, but just a possible way to gain an edge if he needed it. Was that it? If so, it was very calculating. He was my best friend; sometimes I forgot how cold-blooded he could be dealing with other people. Would he talk Sheridan into doing things we wanted and risk damaging her career? Would he care? He told me once that he’d tried manipulating me like a girl—i.e., flirting—and I’d been so oblivious to it that he’d stopped trying. I watched him with the detective and wondered how different things would have been if I’d been more susceptible to his manly wiles.

Nolan shook his head, so I looked at him, giving him encouragement to explain his expression if he wanted to. “Good to know that one of us has gotten better at it.” His smile was a little ironic, but not unhappy. He just seemed amused.

Edward turned and gave that version of a younger smile again. “That’s not the only thing I’ve gotten better at.”

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Nolan laughed out loud, which startled me and Sheridan. We exchanged one of those looks that women have probably been exchanging around men since cave painting was the new thing. I shrugged, because in this instance I really had no clue. I watched the two men, their eyes sparkling with laughter and some secret adventure that their long-ago selves had had together.

“If I ask what’s so funny, would you tell me?” I asked.

They did another of those looks that meant more to them than it did to us. Nolan shook his head. Edward said, “You wouldn’t think it was funny.”

I said, “You know, a few years back, I’d have said, Try me,” which made Nolan laugh again and he hid his face with his hand. I frowned at him, but continued. “Now, I’ll just trust you that it won’t amuse me.”

“Thank you,” Edward said, his face still shiny with suppressed humor. “I know that’s high praise from you, because you like to know everything that’s going on around you.”

“What if I want to know what it is?” Sheridan asked.

The two men looked at her, looked at each other, and then cracked up like a pair of twelve-year-olds. I’d never seen Edward like this; I liked it and found it unsettling at the same time.

“Trust me on this, Sheridan. If Ted doesn’t think I’d find it funny, you won’t either.”

“Is this a male-bonding type of thing?” she asked.

I nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

She shook her head, and we got to have one of those shared moments when women shake their heads at the men in their lives. I was usually all alone when these moments happened, so it was nice to have someone to roll my eyes with and feel vaguely superior because we weren’t men. Men get to do it in reverse.

I finished my sandwich while they continued to do the straight-guy version of giggling. The flirting with Sheridan for whatever purpose was put on hold while the men bonded, or maybe rebonded. Between the flirting and this, my bestie was just surprising the heck out of me this trip.

We’d all finished our lunch, and Pearson rejoined us without Logan. I was okay with that. Sheridan actually did talk to Pearson about getting Jake’s input on the case. He didn’t say yes, but Edward’s little bit of flirting had paid off. It made me wonder, if he actually took her to dinner, how much more cooperative she’d be with us, but that seemed a slippery slope since I was going to be best “man” at his wedding.




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