After a moment, he smiled, his expression lighting up as if a thousand fireworks had just been set off.
Erin Lowell suddenly fell silent, avoiding his searing gaze. "What are you smiling at!"
Zane Jennings lowered his gaze and swallowed. "I must've been out of my mind." He looked up, forcing a smile for the officer. "Officer, it was all a misunderstanding."
Erin Lowell: "..."
The officer was taken aback by the sudden shift from such an impossibly arrogant attitude, momentarily at a loss.
Ian Sheffield let go of the officer's arm he'd been holding. He curled his still-trembling fingertips into a fist and walked toward Erin Lowell. "Are you hurt?"
Whether from the biting night wind or the cold, the tremor at the end of his words was unsettling.
Erin Lowell turned, pulling away from the searing hand on her waist. She instinctively stared into his eyes, but she couldn't read anything in them.
Ian Sheffield's gaze was unnaturally calm.
"No," she said. "Ken Shaw isn't dead."
