San Antonio? ”
On the other end of the line, Amy was silent for a long moment. “It’s really not my story to tell, but I’ll say this much. He was involved with a reporter in San Antonio and everything—the case and the relationship—went to shit at the same time. If you want to know how she was tangled up in it you’ll have to ask him.”
Jinx picked up a pen from her desk and fiddled with it.
“A reporter?” Maybe whatever happened was why he felt the way he did about the press. “Just out of curiosity, do you know who it was? I thought the crime reporters for the San Antonio paper were all men.”
“Uh, this was a television reporter. Naomi Richardson. She didn’t start until long after you were gone.”
“I know her.” A funny feeling settled in her stomach. “She started at one of the New York stations before I came back here. Did she blow him off for the Big Apple?”
“Something like that.” Amy’s tone was noncommittal. “Like I said, anything else you want to know you’ll have to ask him.”
“None of my business. We’re just professional acquaintances.”
Amy laughed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Then her voice sobered. “I just don’t want to see either of you hurt again. You and I have been friends for a long time and I’ve really gotten to like Dillon in the short time I’ve known him.”
“Nothing to worry about,” Jinx assured her. “But thanks for your concern.”
“So how about lunch tomorrow? I’ll bring Reenie and we can share some girl talk.”
The offer was really tempting. Jinx knew she needed to really reconnect with Amy and she’d liked Reenie instantly. If she was making this place her home now she needed a circle of friends.
“Sure. That sounds good. The Bit and Bite?”
“Hell, no.” Amy chuckled. “Someplace where we’re not on display. How about Bristol’s? They have great lunches and we’ll have privacy.”
“All right. Want me to meet you there?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind. One o’clock okay for you?”
“You got it.”
After Jinx hung up, she sat back in her chair and thought about what Amy had said. She’d love to solve the mystery of Dillon’s relationship with Naomi Richardson and what it was that had affected him so badly. There had to be a lot more to it than just the usual kind of breakup story. And it probably was the reason he hated reporters so much. But she wasn’t about to pry. When you had a relationship that was just about sex you didn’t share those kinds of things.
Only…last night had a different feel than the first night with Dillon. More intense. More emotional. They talked together easily and the moments between incredible sex weren’t uncomfortable or strained. She liked the way when they fell asleep he had his arm around her and his fingers linked with hers. And then there was the shower play that had started out as a game and turned into something far more intense.
She wanted things with him she’d never wanted with Max. And she didn’t feel as if she was always on stage, primed to perform at his command.
Well, shit, Jinx. Have your head examined, why don’t you? What happened to a relationship that was just sex?
She had an uncomfortable feeling that in a very short span of time she and Dillon were moving way beyond just sex. And she wasn’t sure what to do about it.
Dillon took a swallow of his coffee and waited for Charlie Whittaker to say something. His old boss had asked to meet with him and they’d settled for an out-of-the-way truck stop where they wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. The SAPD was still keeping the murder and the investigation of the hedge-fund partners on the down low, but Charlie had called to say he had information for him. Information he didn’t want to trust to a telephone, either cell or landline.
“I suppose you’ve heard Naomi Richardson is back in San Antonio,” the older man said finally.
Dillon nodded. “More than heard. She dropped in to see me.” He
On the other end of the line, Amy was silent for a long moment. “It’s really not my story to tell, but I’ll say this much. He was involved with a reporter in San Antonio and everything—the case and the relationship—went to shit at the same time. If you want to know how she was tangled up in it you’ll have to ask him.”
Jinx picked up a pen from her desk and fiddled with it.
“A reporter?” Maybe whatever happened was why he felt the way he did about the press. “Just out of curiosity, do you know who it was? I thought the crime reporters for the San Antonio paper were all men.”
“Uh, this was a television reporter. Naomi Richardson. She didn’t start until long after you were gone.”
“I know her.” A funny feeling settled in her stomach. “She started at one of the New York stations before I came back here. Did she blow him off for the Big Apple?”
“Something like that.” Amy’s tone was noncommittal. “Like I said, anything else you want to know you’ll have to ask him.”
“None of my business. We’re just professional acquaintances.”
Amy laughed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Then her voice sobered. “I just don’t want to see either of you hurt again. You and I have been friends for a long time and I’ve really gotten to like Dillon in the short time I’ve known him.”
“Nothing to worry about,” Jinx assured her. “But thanks for your concern.”
“So how about lunch tomorrow? I’ll bring Reenie and we can share some girl talk.”
The offer was really tempting. Jinx knew she needed to really reconnect with Amy and she’d liked Reenie instantly. If she was making this place her home now she needed a circle of friends.
“Sure. That sounds good. The Bit and Bite?”
“Hell, no.” Amy chuckled. “Someplace where we’re not on display. How about Bristol’s? They have great lunches and we’ll have privacy.”
“All right. Want me to meet you there?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind. One o’clock okay for you?”
“You got it.”
After Jinx hung up, she sat back in her chair and thought about what Amy had said. She’d love to solve the mystery of Dillon’s relationship with Naomi Richardson and what it was that had affected him so badly. There had to be a lot more to it than just the usual kind of breakup story. And it probably was the reason he hated reporters so much. But she wasn’t about to pry. When you had a relationship that was just about sex you didn’t share those kinds of things.
Only…last night had a different feel than the first night with Dillon. More intense. More emotional. They talked together easily and the moments between incredible sex weren’t uncomfortable or strained. She liked the way when they fell asleep he had his arm around her and his fingers linked with hers. And then there was the shower play that had started out as a game and turned into something far more intense.
She wanted things with him she’d never wanted with Max. And she didn’t feel as if she was always on stage, primed to perform at his command.
Well, shit, Jinx. Have your head examined, why don’t you? What happened to a relationship that was just sex?
She had an uncomfortable feeling that in a very short span of time she and Dillon were moving way beyond just sex. And she wasn’t sure what to do about it.
Dillon took a swallow of his coffee and waited for Charlie Whittaker to say something. His old boss had asked to meet with him and they’d settled for an out-of-the-way truck stop where they wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. The SAPD was still keeping the murder and the investigation of the hedge-fund partners on the down low, but Charlie had called to say he had information for him. Information he didn’t want to trust to a telephone, either cell or landline.
“I suppose you’ve heard Naomi Richardson is back in San Antonio,” the older man said finally.
Dillon nodded. “More than heard. She dropped in to see me.” He
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