Chapter Eight
“It’s apparent that you followed me, Ramirez. The question is why?”
“What’s apparent is that my spidey senses, as you like to call them, weren’t far off the mark when I got the impression you were holding out on me. I’ll ask you again, is there something you forgot to tell me?”
“Are you asking me as a cop? Or as my boyfriend?”
“Depends. Who’s your friend?” Ramirez nodded in the direction of the bench, forcing my heart to thud against my chest. He didn’t know who Martin was and I needed to keep it that way.
“Jealous, Ramirez? He’s a prospective client.” I held up a hand to keep him from interjecting, though he’d made no motion to do so. Okay, I was crap for ad-libbing. Oh heck, where was Leah when I needed her?
“Being a professional photographer, don’t you usually meet t
