“What aren’t you telling me?” Chip asked.

Lana shook her head and reached high into her cabinet for plates. Chip moved to her side and reached over her head to grab them, brushing her fingers in the process. Their gazes locked when she smiled up at him.

For a crazy moment he wanted to crush her against him and kiss her until they were both senseless. Or at least until she forgot all about her murder investigation.

He lowered his arms and handed her two plates.

“Thanks.” She moved into the dining room.

Watching the gentle swing of her hips, Chip mentally kicked himself. Lana was out of his reach. Obsessed with her brother’s death, she was out of anyone’s reach...