didn’t see anything to argue with. “You have a point,” he agreed.
“Yeah, well, I just wish I had an answer,” Destiny said, more to herself than to him. The doors opened on the ground floor and she all but charged out. “C’mon,” she tossed over her shoulder, “we’ve still got more names on this list.”
For someone who’d slept on her desk last night, she seemed to have an incredible amount of energy, Logan thought darkly as he followed in her wake.
* * *
“How about a drink?” he suggested. They’d finally talked to their last donor—with no luck—and it was the tail end of a very long, long day. Evening was flirting with the darkening sky, and he was ready to put down his shield for the night.
But Destiny shook her head in response to his offer. “I don’t drink,” she told him. “I find that it clouds the mind.”
“It also helps unclench your jaw,” he told her pointedly.
She instantly squared her shoulders. “My jaw’s not clenched,” she retorted.
“You don’t see it from my vantage point.” He held his hands up, knowing she would take offense. “Look, you can’t deny that if you were any stiffer, you could double as a landing field. Take a break. Relax. In the morning we’ll review our notes and maybe get a fresh perspective on things,” he told her. “But that’s not going to happen if you don’t go home and get some sleep.”
Maybe because she’d been left in charge so early in her life, but she had never liked being told what to do, and she balked at it now.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get some sleep,” she told him dismissively.
He wasn’t placated. “On a surface that doesn’t involve steel or wood,” he told her pointedly. And then he smiled a smile that she was certain someone must have told him was boyish and charming—and while it was both those things, she also found it annoying. “I personally recommend dinner, a drink and a hot shower.”
“Good, then you can eat, drink and wash,” she told him.
“Don’t make me get tough, Richardson,” he warned. There was a glint in Logan’s eyes that she couldn’t quite read.
Destiny thought about ignoring him, but she had a feeling that he wasn’t going to drop this until he saw her getting up and leaving the precinct.
Okay, if that was the way he wanted to play it, she could do that. She could leave. But she wasn’t going to go home. She wanted to go back to her sister’s apartment and see what she could find there now that she had something to look for—a love letter or a note, or some sort of communication that could give her more of a hint as to just who had killed her sister.
Or, at the very least, maybe she could discover the identity of the person her sister had been involved with before everything had fallen so ignobly apart.
“Okay. I’ll go home,” she agreed docilely.
This was too easy. Logan eyed her suspiciously. “Okay?” he echoed. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” she repeated innocently. She smiled at him, doing her best to seem guileless. “You’re very persuasive.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “And you must think I’m very dumb.”
“No, on the contrary,” she told him. “I think you’re very smart and you make a lot of sense.” She looked down at the outfit she’d had on now for close to forty-eight hours. “Besides, I am beginning to feel like I smell a little gamey in this outfit,” she told him. “I could stand to take a hot shower, maybe eat a sandwich and then get some rest. I feel dead on my feet,” she confessed with just the right note of sincerity to sell this.
Logan’s expression was impassive as he appraised her. For just a moment, his mind had conjured up the image of her naked, with the hot water hitting her body. It took him a long moment to tear his mind away. When he did, he nodded at what she’d just said. “Nice to hear you being reasonable.”
She shot him a wide smile. “Maybe you’re just rubbing off on
“Yeah, well, I just wish I had an answer,” Destiny said, more to herself than to him. The doors opened on the ground floor and she all but charged out. “C’mon,” she tossed over her shoulder, “we’ve still got more names on this list.”
For someone who’d slept on her desk last night, she seemed to have an incredible amount of energy, Logan thought darkly as he followed in her wake.
* * *
“How about a drink?” he suggested. They’d finally talked to their last donor—with no luck—and it was the tail end of a very long, long day. Evening was flirting with the darkening sky, and he was ready to put down his shield for the night.
But Destiny shook her head in response to his offer. “I don’t drink,” she told him. “I find that it clouds the mind.”
“It also helps unclench your jaw,” he told her pointedly.
She instantly squared her shoulders. “My jaw’s not clenched,” she retorted.
“You don’t see it from my vantage point.” He held his hands up, knowing she would take offense. “Look, you can’t deny that if you were any stiffer, you could double as a landing field. Take a break. Relax. In the morning we’ll review our notes and maybe get a fresh perspective on things,” he told her. “But that’s not going to happen if you don’t go home and get some sleep.”
Maybe because she’d been left in charge so early in her life, but she had never liked being told what to do, and she balked at it now.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get some sleep,” she told him dismissively.
He wasn’t placated. “On a surface that doesn’t involve steel or wood,” he told her pointedly. And then he smiled a smile that she was certain someone must have told him was boyish and charming—and while it was both those things, she also found it annoying. “I personally recommend dinner, a drink and a hot shower.”
“Good, then you can eat, drink and wash,” she told him.
“Don’t make me get tough, Richardson,” he warned. There was a glint in Logan’s eyes that she couldn’t quite read.
Destiny thought about ignoring him, but she had a feeling that he wasn’t going to drop this until he saw her getting up and leaving the precinct.
Okay, if that was the way he wanted to play it, she could do that. She could leave. But she wasn’t going to go home. She wanted to go back to her sister’s apartment and see what she could find there now that she had something to look for—a love letter or a note, or some sort of communication that could give her more of a hint as to just who had killed her sister.
Or, at the very least, maybe she could discover the identity of the person her sister had been involved with before everything had fallen so ignobly apart.
“Okay. I’ll go home,” she agreed docilely.
This was too easy. Logan eyed her suspiciously. “Okay?” he echoed. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” she repeated innocently. She smiled at him, doing her best to seem guileless. “You’re very persuasive.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “And you must think I’m very dumb.”
“No, on the contrary,” she told him. “I think you’re very smart and you make a lot of sense.” She looked down at the outfit she’d had on now for close to forty-eight hours. “Besides, I am beginning to feel like I smell a little gamey in this outfit,” she told him. “I could stand to take a hot shower, maybe eat a sandwich and then get some rest. I feel dead on my feet,” she confessed with just the right note of sincerity to sell this.
Logan’s expression was impassive as he appraised her. For just a moment, his mind had conjured up the image of her naked, with the hot water hitting her body. It took him a long moment to tear his mind away. When he did, he nodded at what she’d just said. “Nice to hear you being reasonable.”
She shot him a wide smile. “Maybe you’re just rubbing off on
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