Chapter 19

He cocked his head to one side. He was interested, that was obvious, but it was equally obvious he wouldn’t press for details, so I gave him the bare bones.

“It was in ’93.”

“Ah. It had to do with the loss of your partner.”

God, he was so smart. “Yeah, but more than that…” I drew in a breath. This was the first time I’d ever mentioned it to anyone. “Something happened down there. It’s… I don’t know… kind of like a physical memory my body has, although my mind is completely out to lunch about what it could have been. If that makes any kind of sense?”

“Does this have anything to do with the fact you always want an unopened bottle of club soda? And if that’s unavailable, you get your drink yourself?”

I shrugged. “I never gave it much thought.” I actually gave it as little thought as possible. “But you could have a point.”

“Did you ever look into it?” Quinn came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my torso, and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.