Chapter 15

But he didn’t need to tell Brooks that. With a shrug, he hoped he sounded nonchalant when he said, “I don’t know, just a cop.”

“Uh-huh.” Brooks wasn’t buying it.

Alan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything else. After a long moment, the light turned green and he eased his foot off the clutch as he goosed the accelerator, concentrating on the road so he wouldn’t have to answer any more questions.

Brooks stared at Alan; he felt the weight of his nephew’s gaze as he drove. He glanced over a time or two, but quickly looked away. What business was it of his, anyway? He was only a kid.

And a sharp one, at that, because when Alan turned down the road leading into their subdivision, Brooks asked, “Does he know you like him?”

“Of course I like him.” Alan’s laugh sounded forced but he shook it off. “He’s a nice guy.”

“I mean like himlike him. The way I like Kylie.”

Alan gave him a quick glance. “And how’s that, exactly?”

Brooks sighed. “You knowwhat I mean.”