Three seconds into the conversation the familiar voice on the other end made him swear under his breath. Jason. When would the idiot stop chasing Kerry?And he wished the other guy’s pursuit didn’t make him want to pound someone into the ground, preferably Jason himself.In a few hours, it wouldn’t be his concern. His gut staged a revolt about that fact. Damn it, Kerry was getting under his skin.“The investigation is going . . . well,” he heard her say. After a pause, she turned her back to him and murmured, “I don’t know exactly what Rafe and Smikins talked about. What? No, all Rafe said is that he’s confident we’ll know something soon.” She paused. “Coming home? Probably tomorrow. I’ll call you.”Gritting his teeth, Rafe sat up in the bed and contemplated her narrow back outlined in his shirt as she hung up the phone moments later. Yeah, Kerry was going home tomorrow, sooner rather than later. She had to, before the bitter end got . . . well, bitter, thanks to his lack of relationship skills.
