He glanced at Sigrid and found her regarding him with a quizzical expression. Her new bangs wisped softly over her strong forehead but she'd eaten off most of her lipstick. Her bare lips made him feel strangely tender.
"You finished here soon?"
"I'm finished now. Let me tell the others I'm leaving."
"Why don't you ask Knight to join us for a drink?" It was the nearest he could come just then to an apology.
"Alan? Oh, I sent him off with Albee an hour ago."
"You did?" Some of Nauman's old preening masculinity crept back into his smile. "Look, Siga-take off a few days and come to Connecticut with me this weekend."
Sigrid tilted her head.
"You ought to give your arm a chance to heal properly," he coaxed. "I promise I'll behave myself."
Sudden mischief quirked her lips and danced in her gray eyes but her tone was innocent as she asked, "Want to bet?"
About Margaret Maron
Born and raised in central North Carolina, Margaret Maron lived in Italy before returning to the USA where she and her husband now live. In addition to a collection of short stories she's also the author of 16 mystery novels. Her works have been translated into seven languages her Bootlegger's Daughter, a Washington Post Bestseller won Edgar Anthony, Agatha, and Macavity awards. She is a past president of Sisters in Crime and of the American Crime writers' league, and a director on the national board for Mystery Writers of America.
