Dead Shall Speak (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 10) by Morgan Kelley Page A
Authors: Morgan Kelley
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lot. Our victims are generally fleshy or at least partially. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”
“Just watching your people, you can tell that they’re good at their job,” she stated, pointing into the grave and at the Feds who were steadily working.
“We’re used to playing with corpses,” Callen stated, still staring down into the hole.
“That’s sexy, and in fact, so are you. Want to get a drink with me tonight?” she asked.
Callen was appalled but not by the invite. That he could brush off because it happened on a regular basis, but it was her very blatant ass grab which was a little too much for him to take. Reining it in, he tried to not lose it.
“No thank you, Valerie,” he stated, moving his body away from the handsy woman. “While I appreciate your offer, I’m very happily married.”
Callen hoped his voice remained even but stern. It was probably a good thing that Elizabeth wasn’t there. If she’d seen that full-handed squeeze, she would have gone shit nuts on the young girl. She liked to make sure the men in her life weren’t felt up by anyone but her.
She was crazy like that.
“Is your wife here?” she asked coyly, dramatically scanning the area.
“No.”
“Then who’s going to tell her? I’m talking a drink and maybe back to my room for some sex. That’s it. There’s no obligation in the morning. Doing it with a Fed is on my bucket list, and you’re hot.”
Callen was obviously out of his league with this man-eater. While he’d lived his life much like the offer she was handing out, he wasn’t going to go there again.
Not in a million years.
His family wasn’t worth the risk. While the woman was pretty, and his body craved that intimacy of his woman’s touch, Callen wouldn’t cheat.
Not now.
Not ever.
The last few years had taught him control, self-worth, and value. Oh, he wanted sex in the worst way, but only one woman would do.
His Elizabeth.
As Valerie’s fingers stroked down his arm, across the burns that had once caused his shame, his heart began thundering in his chest. What he wanted to do was rush away. What he had to do was try and be strong.
“Did you get burned?” she asked, her hand pausing on his arm.
Callen was in full-blown freak out mode. The unwarranted touch and invasive question reminded him of so many childhood horrors.
“First, that’s going to be a no thank you on the offer of sex. I don’t have one-night stands, and I don’t cheat on my wife. As for what happened to my arm, it’s really none of your business. Let’s keep this professional, if you don’t mind.”
Laughter gushed out of her as she moved closer to his body.
Callen fought the need to take a step back.
“All men cheat, Mr. FBI.”
That was a sad declaration from her and the types of relationship she was involved in. Callen had news for the woman.
He didn't.
He wouldn’t.
She was definitely wrong on this one. Even before Elizabeth, he didn't cheat on anyone he was with. After having a father who did that, he wasn’t going there. Without thinking about it, his free hand spun the wedding band on his finger. It was a talisman when he was worried or scared.
Now he was both.
“Again, I say no. I need to focus on my work, so if you could head out of here, I’d appreciate it.”
Not deterred by his blow off, she opted to walk away—temporarily.
As soon as she was out of earshot, another person approached, and to Callen’s relief, it was Doctor Armstrong.
“Are you okay?” she asked, keeping her voice low.
“Yeah, just a little irritated,” he admitted. Maybe that wasn’t the correct word. Callen was freaked out.
“The women on this dig are like piranhas. If it makes you feel better, Valerie hit on just about everyone here. She likes lots and lots of dick.”
That made him laugh, because it was a no holds reply that Elizabeth would throw out. Callen relaxed as Jaxon tried to offer him calm. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,
“Just watching your people, you can tell that they’re good at their job,” she stated, pointing into the grave and at the Feds who were steadily working.
“We’re used to playing with corpses,” Callen stated, still staring down into the hole.
“That’s sexy, and in fact, so are you. Want to get a drink with me tonight?” she asked.
Callen was appalled but not by the invite. That he could brush off because it happened on a regular basis, but it was her very blatant ass grab which was a little too much for him to take. Reining it in, he tried to not lose it.
“No thank you, Valerie,” he stated, moving his body away from the handsy woman. “While I appreciate your offer, I’m very happily married.”
Callen hoped his voice remained even but stern. It was probably a good thing that Elizabeth wasn’t there. If she’d seen that full-handed squeeze, she would have gone shit nuts on the young girl. She liked to make sure the men in her life weren’t felt up by anyone but her.
She was crazy like that.
“Is your wife here?” she asked coyly, dramatically scanning the area.
“No.”
“Then who’s going to tell her? I’m talking a drink and maybe back to my room for some sex. That’s it. There’s no obligation in the morning. Doing it with a Fed is on my bucket list, and you’re hot.”
Callen was obviously out of his league with this man-eater. While he’d lived his life much like the offer she was handing out, he wasn’t going to go there again.
Not in a million years.
His family wasn’t worth the risk. While the woman was pretty, and his body craved that intimacy of his woman’s touch, Callen wouldn’t cheat.
Not now.
Not ever.
The last few years had taught him control, self-worth, and value. Oh, he wanted sex in the worst way, but only one woman would do.
His Elizabeth.
As Valerie’s fingers stroked down his arm, across the burns that had once caused his shame, his heart began thundering in his chest. What he wanted to do was rush away. What he had to do was try and be strong.
“Did you get burned?” she asked, her hand pausing on his arm.
Callen was in full-blown freak out mode. The unwarranted touch and invasive question reminded him of so many childhood horrors.
“First, that’s going to be a no thank you on the offer of sex. I don’t have one-night stands, and I don’t cheat on my wife. As for what happened to my arm, it’s really none of your business. Let’s keep this professional, if you don’t mind.”
Laughter gushed out of her as she moved closer to his body.
Callen fought the need to take a step back.
“All men cheat, Mr. FBI.”
That was a sad declaration from her and the types of relationship she was involved in. Callen had news for the woman.
He didn't.
He wouldn’t.
She was definitely wrong on this one. Even before Elizabeth, he didn't cheat on anyone he was with. After having a father who did that, he wasn’t going there. Without thinking about it, his free hand spun the wedding band on his finger. It was a talisman when he was worried or scared.
Now he was both.
“Again, I say no. I need to focus on my work, so if you could head out of here, I’d appreciate it.”
Not deterred by his blow off, she opted to walk away—temporarily.
As soon as she was out of earshot, another person approached, and to Callen’s relief, it was Doctor Armstrong.
“Are you okay?” she asked, keeping her voice low.
“Yeah, just a little irritated,” he admitted. Maybe that wasn’t the correct word. Callen was freaked out.
“The women on this dig are like piranhas. If it makes you feel better, Valerie hit on just about everyone here. She likes lots and lots of dick.”
That made him laugh, because it was a no holds reply that Elizabeth would throw out. Callen relaxed as Jaxon tried to offer him calm. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,
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