Her forehead wrinkled. “What?…Oh. Warm.”

I nodded, then quickly stripped off my long-sleeved tee and pulled my work shirt over my head.

“Damn, girl,” Ruth said in an appreciative tone. “Just strip that shirt right off.”

“It’s the same as hanging out at the pool in a bikini. Besides, we’re friends and I’m late.” I sat down and jerked off my shoes and made quick work of putting on my athletic shoes with the cushioned insoles that helped keep my feet comfortable—or at least more comfortable—during a long shift. “Is Molly still here?”

“She took off an hour ago.”

“How’d she do?” I asked with some hesitation.

“Better than I would have expected, but she’s not up to speed.”

“Well,” I said, lacing my shoes. “Let’s give her a few days.”

Ruth made a face like she’d consider it. “There’s a family out in the dining room askin’ about you. They ordered drinks and fries and nothin’ else. The mother said you offered to help her kid with his homework?”

Oh crap. I’d forgotten about Annette and her son.

“Yeah. I’ll take care of them. Have they been here long?” I finished tying my shoes and jumped to my feet, starting to push past her.

She grabbed my shoulders and held me in place. “Whoa. Slow down.” She cocked her head to study me. “Something’s not right with you. You seem a bit unhinged, and you’re never unhinged.”

I wasn’t about to admit that I’d had tea with Emily Drummond, especially since our conversation had given me some worries about Max. Like the timing of when he’d been summoned home and what, exactly, he’d been asked to do. “This whole Heather thing has got me spooked.”

“You think the Drummonds are gonna come after you next?” she asked, half serious, half derisive.

“You think they killed her?” I asked. “Not Wyatt?”

She snorted. “Why would Wyatt kill her? At that point, he was probably happy she was leaving.”

“Did you know she had a going-away party the night before she supposedly left town?” I asked.

Her eyes flew wide and she pointed a finger in my face as she took a step back. “I knew it! You are investigatin’!”

“Shh!” I practically shouted. “It’s an active investigation. If the sheriff department thinks I’m looking into it, I could get arrested.”

“I get why they’re lookin’. The question is, why are you lookin’?” she asked.

“I just want to know what happened,” I said, then for good measure added, “And I’m nosy.”

“No,” she said thoughtfully. “You’re not nosy…not unless you’re tryin’ to get to the bottom of something. Are you doin’ this to try to save Wyatt? Did he ask you to do this?”

That was the reason I’d started looking into it, but if he told me to stop, I’d keep right on pushing. Especially after my conversation with his mother. I sensed there was more to this—that I could truly find something that implicated Bart. Still, I wasn’t ready to admit any of that. I had questions for Ruth, but I’d ask them later.

“I’ve got to get to work.” I hurried past her and came to an abrupt halt at the entrance to the dining room—Wyatt was sitting at the end of the bar closest to the back room, his dark gaze aimed at me. He’d changed shirts since I’d last seen him hunched over in the nursing home parking lot. His eyes didn’t look very bloodshot, which confirmed I hadn’t reached his face with the pepper spray.

“I meant to tell you,” Ruth said in an amused voice behind me. “Wyatt’s waitin’ for you, and he’s got his undies in a twist.”

Not surprising.

“Did he mention why?” I asked quietly enough that I hoped he wouldn’t hear me.

“Nope. He just took a seat and ordered a coffee. He’s on his third cup, so now he’s extra wound up.”

Great.

“Thanks.”

She laughed, but I knew if she thought he was a threat to me, she wouldn’t be so jovial. It was more likely she was hoping to watch me hand him his ass on a platter.

Too bad she hadn’t been in the parking lot of Greener Pastures a couple of hours ago.

Ignoring Wyatt, I headed for the family sitting in the booth at the front of the tavern. Annette and Eric were seated across from each other, and relief filled her eyes when she saw me coming toward her.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” I said, sliding into the booth next to Eric. “This was my first afternoon off in weeks and I got detained running errands.”

“Oh, you don’t need to apologize,” she said. “I think I should apologize to you. I think one of your bosses is upset about us being here.”

“Max?” I asked in surprise. While I probably should have cleared this with him, I doubted he’d care. We had lots of empty tables at this time of day, and I was usually trying to find work to do. It looked like Annette had ordered drinks for her and Eric as well as a basket of fries. Max was a shrewd businessman. He’d see it as money he wouldn’t have had otherwise. Hell, some of the nightly regulars took up tables for hours and spent less than this.

I glanced over to Max at the bar, and he responded a grin.

“No, not the guy behind the bar right now,” Annette said. “The guy at the end. With a cup of coffee. He was servin’ drinks when we first got here and I asked for you.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, drawing it out. “That’s not my boss. That’s my boss’s brother, and while he’s been helpin’ out lately, he won’t be here much longer. You don’t need to worry about him.”

Her eyes flew wide. “That’s Wyatt Drummond?”

“You don’t know him?” Given how large the Drummonds loomed over Drum, I’d figured everyone in the area would know him by sight.

“I’ve heard of him, but I’ve never seen him. My husband takes our car to Greeneville for maintenance and such.”

Which meant she likely had a newer car.

She still looked uncomfortable. “I don’t want to step on any toes.”

“No toes or any other appendages have been stepped on,” I said with a laugh. “Wyatt’s not very happy with me today, and I suspect he was taking it out on you. I’m sorry you were made to feel uncomfortable. I’ll make sure it’s handled.”

“I don’t want to get anyone in trouble,” she said with a frown.

“Don’t you worry about that,” I assured her. “How about you get out Eric’s work, and I’ll help you both figure out how to do the problems?”

Relief washed over her face, and we spent the next fifteen minutes working through a few problems together until Annette and her son felt comfortable trying some on their own.

I left them to get started and headed over to the bar to check in with Max. As I slid behind it, Wyatt shot me a deadly glare.

“Where the hell have you been for the last hour and a half?”

“You have no right to ask me that,” I said in a short tone. “We’re not together anymore, and even if we were, you wouldn’t have the right to dictate my comings and goings. The fact is, I didn’t ask you to follow me. I didn’t want you anywhere near me.”