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Virat kept one hand on Fin’s elbow and tried to use his and Dom’s larger bodies to block the breaking rain from her. The suit she wore was thin and clung to her curves as it grew wetter. Not that Fin had many curves: she was small all over. Small, delicate, sweet as cotton candy.
And more afraid than she would admit.
After Dom took the letter and sealed it in evidence, asking Virat to come to the station in the morning to take elimination prints, he nodded at Virat and left.
The rain was picking up. His companion was almost soaked. She looked like a little drowned mouse.
Virat turned to her. He didn’t like the idea of her going off alone. Not tonight. “Have you eaten dinner, Fin? I’ll buy. We’ll hit Mamaw’s Place. Forget all about this guy for a little while.”
She looked at him and blinked through the rain. “I can’t. I’m supposed to be at the Barratts in three hours for a charity event. Margo was going to go with me, but she was called to Austin.”
“Maybe another time?”
He just didn’t want to let her out of his sight tonight. Something was telling him not to.