Page 22 of Little Bitter Truths
“Every time we talk on the phone, she begs me to go into details about the cases I’m working on.”
“And do you?”
“Sometimes.Pip loves to analyze things and try to guess who the guilty party is from the list of suspects.And you know something?She gets it right more often than I’d like to admit.”
“Maybe one day she’ll visit and you can introduce us.”
“Careful what you wish for now,” he said, finger wagging.“You two might end up solving a crime together.”
“That sounds dangerous but also fun.”
He raised a brow.“I think it would be entertaining.We’ll know soon enough.Pip’s planning a trip out here this winter.”
“I look forward to meeting her.”
“And she looks forward to meeting you.I’ve told her all about you.”
“Speaking of the people in your life, how are things going with Kai?Last I heard, the two of you were talking about taking your relationship to the next level.”
Something shifted in his expression then, subtle but unmistakable.
“Better than I expected,” he said, grinning.
“That sounds promising.”
He hesitated, almost like he wasn’t used to talking about this side of his life.
“I asked Kai to move in with me last week, and she said yes,” he said.
“Wait a minute.Are you telling me you’ve entered the domestic phase of your relationship?”
He rolled his eyes.“Don’t make it weird, Gigi.”
“I’m sorry, but we’ve known each other a long time.This is a significant step.How are you feeling about it?”
He gave the question some thought.“Terrified, but in a good way.For what it’s worth, I think this one might be different.I think Kai, you know … she might be ‘the one.’”
Over the years, many women had come and gone from Silas’s life, and not once had he spoken of any of them in this way.
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said.“I’ve wanted this for you for a long time.”
“Yeah, me too.”
The light conversation we’d been having lingered for a second before reality nudged its way back into the room, and I pulled out a chair in front of his desk and sat down.
“You going to tell me why you’re here?”he asked.
“I want to talk to you about Wren Mayfair.”
Silas nodded.“I figured you might.”
“I’m working the case.”
“I heard.”
“What can you tell me?”
He studied me for a moment, his playful expression fading as the weight of his job returned.
