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Dalton didn’t bother to look up at Maddie’s arrival. “That was a long walk, and I’m still starving. Will dinner be long?”
His querulous voice embarrassed her, and she coughed nervously. “There’s been an accident.” That made him look up and notice they had a visitor.
He frowned at the detective beside her. “What did you do now, and who the heck is this?”
“What?” Her voice rose in amazement at the accusation and that he hadn’t thought to ask if she was okay or what the accident could be.
The detective moved further into the room. “I’m Detective Bryant. Why would you assume your girlfriend had done something?”
Dalton sat up straighter at the question, or perhaps it was the detective’s tone, which was anything but friendly. Considering what had recently happened he could be excused for that, but he didn’t look impressed by her boyfriend’s attitude, and neither was she.
Licking his lips, Dalton sighed dramatically. “She’s always sticking her nose into people’s business is what I mean. Picking up stray animals and kids wherever she goes or stopping to talk to homeless people, she never thinks of the consequences.”
Maddie blinked as his words cut into her. Why would he say such a thing in front of the detective? Did he want to incriminate her over something he had no clue about? “If making sure people are okay is considered being nosy, then I guess I must be.” The words forced through gritted teeth finally drew his attention to her displeasure.
“You know what I mean, babe.”
“I’m not sure that I do—babe.”
“Okay, well, let’s not make a fuss right now.” Dalton gave the detective a look that could have only been more offensive if he’d rolled his eyes.
“Fuss? A woman is dead.” Her voice rose at least two octaves.
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