So it wasn’t special, per se, but Molly’s cheeks had still burned hotter than the damn candle. A fact that hadn’t escaped her sister’s attention. Even rip-roaring drunk, Chelsea had an eagle eye for such things, and she’d teased her unmercifully once they were finally alone in the car after dropping everyone else off. Luckily Chelsea was a sleepy drunk and was snoring by the time Molly had parked the car in their building’s ground-floor garage.
“My daughter is certainly not stupid. Hell, I like to look at that man, too,” Joy said, then glanced at her screen, her eyes going wide. “Well, my goodness.”
Molly leaned forward, trying to peek at Joy’s screen. “Well, my goodness what?”
Joy tapped her mouse, minimizing the window. “It’s labeled ‘Need to know,’ ” she said seriously. “Besides, don’t you have an appointment this morning?”
Molly respected “need to know.” She wouldn’t push. “I wish I had an appointment. I just have a mountain of paperwork after closing that case last week. And I don’t think anyone should have to do paperwork on the Monday after her birthday.”
“You also said that no one should have to do paperwork on the Friday before their birthday,” a male voice said dryly. “Or the Thursday before. Or the Wednesday before, for that matter.”
Molly looked up to find her boss standing in his office doorway. Burke Broussard was in his midforties and, other than a few silver hairs at his temples, hadn’t changed a bit since he’d been her CO in the Marines a decade before. “Morning, Burke. I brought you coffee, too.” She held up the cup.
“Thank the good Lord for that,” he said fervently. “I’ve been here since six.”
Molly shuddered in mostly mock horror. “Why?” She’d left rising with the sun behind when she’d finished her final tour with the Marine Corps. Burke, however, had a love-hate relationship with mornings. He said he hated them, but he continued coming in earlier and earlier. The man was a fool.
He was also smart as hell, driven to succeed, compassionate, and generous to a fault. But a morning fool.
“Come into my office,” he said. “I have a new client you should meet.”
Joy’s eyes widened further, and she maneuvered her wheelchair so that she could unabashedly watch Molly walk into Burke’s office.
And Molly immediately understood why.
Sitting in the chair at Burke’s conference table was none other than Gabriel Hebert, Choux chef extraordinaire. He looked tired and tense and very unhappy.
She wondered if he’d been so unhappy the night before. He had looked tired, but not this unhappy. Of course, he might be one of those people who could put on the face they wished the world to see.
“Molly, this is Mr. Hebert. Gabe, this is Miss Sutton. I’m going to assign her to your case.”
Molly’s brows shot up. What?
Gabe’s brows shot up as well, then crunched together in a disgruntled frown. “What? You’re handing me off?” He came to his feet. “What the hell, Burke?”
The two men faced off, and they couldn’t have appeared more physically different. Burke’s skin was olive toned, his deep tan a testament to all the road biking he did in his spare time. Gabe was so lightly tanned that she might still call him pale. And, like a lot of redheads, he had a smattering of freckles across his nose.
She’d always wanted to trace those freckles with her fingertips. She’d wondered where else he had them.
Both men were tall, but Burke’s body was bulky where Gabe’s was lean. Molly loved to watch Gabe move. When he was cooking in his restaurant’s kitchen, it was like watching a choreographed dance.
Only their accents were similar—both speaking with that smooth New Orleans drawl that sounded like hot summer nights with jazz music thick in the air. Except that Gabe’s voice made her shiver, when Burke’s never had.
She probably shouldn’t have shivered at all, considering how angry he seemed, but her body couldn’t help how it reacted. Sue me.
Burke waved at him to be seated. “I’m too close, Gabe. Your father... he was important to me, too. He was my partner. I had his back, and he had mine. Whatever else went down when I was on the force, I knew your father would stand by me, and he did. I don’t know that I’d be able to keep an open mind.”
Gabe did not sit down, his frown deepening to something almost dangerous. “Open to what?” he asked, each word dripping with anger and warning.
“The truth,” Burke said simply. “Whatever it might be. Molly’s my right hand. She will not let you down. Now, please, have a seat. If, after you’ve talked with her, you want someone else, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry. You can depend on her discretion, no matter who you choose to work your case.”
Gabe released a harsh breath. “Okay.” He sat, then shifted his gaze to Molly, who still stood in the doorway, having not moved a muscle. He did a double take. “Do I know...” He trailed off. “Right. Last night. Happy birthday, Miss Sutton.”
Burke looked between them, his expression suddenly unhappy. “You two know each other?”
“No,” Gabe said.
“No,” Molly said at the same time. “I’ve been to his restaurant a few times, that’s all. The girls took me there last night for my birthday. I brought you some cake,” she added lamely. “It’s in the fridge in the break room.”