"The last damn thing I want is to get tangled up with her again," he muttered, more to himself than Steph. His voice was rough, carrying the weight of years he'd tried to pretend didn't matter. "She's like a storm you can't see coming 'til it tears through your life."
Steph crossed his arms, leaning on the edge of the desk, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. "Then why's she still in your head, Ethan? I mean… You wouldn't be this worked up if she didn't still have a string somewhere tied to you."
Ethan shot him a sharp glare. "What do you think she wants to talk about?"
Steph shrugged like it wasn't his problem because it wasn't, not really. "You won't know 'til you ask. But if I were you? I'd guess she wants something. Nobody does a murder wrap clean like that unless they're covering for someone or hoping someone saves 'em at the last second."
