"Of course I don't want money. "A guy is dead, Mr Hunter, and I think we should report the incident last night to the police." "For what purpose?" "Why... to assist with the investigation of course!" He angled his head and I felt another blush coming up my face when I saw the laughter in his eyes. "You want me to assist the police in their investigation." It was absurd yes, ridiculous now that I thought of it, but dammit... "Mr Hunter, the unfortunate guy rolled down the stairs because of the two of us — on the night of his death. It was not such a stretch to think the police needs to know that." "Heath," he said. "Huh?" "I'm Heath. Nobody ever calls me Mr Hunter." "I — it doesn't matter. We need..." I trailed off into silence when this time he cupped my cheek and lifted up my face close to his own. "It matters to me. Call me Heath." "Wh..." I drew a sharp breath when he tugged, none too gently. "Heath." A small smile formed around that delicious mouth and I closed my eyes in defense, it was not wise, not wise at all to look... "You were going to whisper it last night, sighing it out when I kissed you."