yeah. Be careful when you tell him.”
“Me?”
“Of course. You’re his partner.”
“You’re the nark.”
“Don’t remind me,” she mumbled.
“Relax, Dara, I’ll tell him.”
“Thank you, detective.”
“I thought we agreed you’d call me Mace.”
“Mace,” she said softly. “I’m sorry I called so late. The pressure finally got to me.”
He stuffed two pillows behind his back and eased against them. “It’s a good thing you’re not a criminal, Dara-the-rat, or you’d crack like an egg.”
“Not necessarily. I write mysteries for a living, remember?”
“Sure, but you also write sex.”
She groaned. “I should have never told you.”
“Why?”
“Because now you’ll never take me seriously. Every time I see you I’ll worry that you’re thinking about sex.”
Too late . His dick jumped. “Believe me, I’d much rather associate you with sex rather than criminals.”
“Oh, well I guess that’s true.”
“Are you working on another book right now?”
“Not at the moment. I just finished one.”
“Something I might like?”
Her gentle laugh crossed the line and gave his cock a nice, long caress. “You read romance novels?”
“I might start now.”
“ Sinful Rapture , available at all major booksellers and a vast number of online retailers.”
He paused, careful not to reveal the admission that he’d attempted to purchase that exact novel. “I’d rather have an autographed copy.”
“I’ll make you a deal. Since you agreed to confront Detective Rawlings, I’ll deliver it myself.”
Tonight , his body demanded.
Her soft yawn pulled him out of his newfound lustful appreciation of her talent. “I’ll leave Bri in your hands, Mace. I’ve got a conference call with my agent and editor in a few hours. Thank you for your help.”
“You’re more than welcome. Just don’t forget my book.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Sonuvabitch, Rawlings!”
Jake swung the cruiser around a curve and then took his eyes off the road only long enough to glare at his partner who now wore a nice green pallor with one hand braced against the car door, the other clutching the seatbelt across his chest.
“Serves you right, Turner. You waited until almost ten o’clock at night to tell me Bri just happened to have a plan . There’s no telling what she’s already done.”
“Hell!” Mace sucked in another hard breath as Jake gunned the accelerator and breezed through an obviously red light. “Killing me won’t stop her.”
“You’d better hope she’s still at the clinic.”
“Why am I suddenly on the chopping block? I’m the one who gave you the information in the first place.”
“Actually, Dara gave you the Intel.”
“Yes, me .”
“I knew she wouldn’t stay out of it.” Jake ignored his partner’s attempt at logic and finally slowed down enough to park next to the curb in front of Bri’s clinic. “She’s here.”
Mace frowned. “How do you figure? There’s not a car in sight.”
“The blinds are open.”
“So?”
“She only closes them after hours.” Or if she’s hiding someone .
“I’ll wait out here.”
“Get the hell out of the car, Turner, I may need backup.”
Jake slammed his door and stomped up the front steps, turned the doorknob and entered the office.
Mace closed the door. “Obviously, she’s busy. We can come back later.”
He glanced at the IN SESSION sign on the reception desk. Too damn bad. No way would he take the chance she might escape. “We’ll wait.”
“Maybe I should call Dara.”
“Why?”
“She’s a psychologist too, Rawlings, and right now I’m positive you could use some advice from a cool head.”
“Knock it off. I know what I’m doing.”
“So you say,” Mace mumbled.
Minutes ticked by as they waited, Jake’s blood boiling hotter with each second. Bri had another thing coming if she thought there was even a remote possibility he’d go along with her scheme. If she exposed even one tight,
“Me?”
“Of course. You’re his partner.”
“You’re the nark.”
“Don’t remind me,” she mumbled.
“Relax, Dara, I’ll tell him.”
“Thank you, detective.”
“I thought we agreed you’d call me Mace.”
“Mace,” she said softly. “I’m sorry I called so late. The pressure finally got to me.”
He stuffed two pillows behind his back and eased against them. “It’s a good thing you’re not a criminal, Dara-the-rat, or you’d crack like an egg.”
“Not necessarily. I write mysteries for a living, remember?”
“Sure, but you also write sex.”
She groaned. “I should have never told you.”
“Why?”
“Because now you’ll never take me seriously. Every time I see you I’ll worry that you’re thinking about sex.”
Too late . His dick jumped. “Believe me, I’d much rather associate you with sex rather than criminals.”
“Oh, well I guess that’s true.”
“Are you working on another book right now?”
“Not at the moment. I just finished one.”
“Something I might like?”
Her gentle laugh crossed the line and gave his cock a nice, long caress. “You read romance novels?”
“I might start now.”
“ Sinful Rapture , available at all major booksellers and a vast number of online retailers.”
He paused, careful not to reveal the admission that he’d attempted to purchase that exact novel. “I’d rather have an autographed copy.”
“I’ll make you a deal. Since you agreed to confront Detective Rawlings, I’ll deliver it myself.”
Tonight , his body demanded.
Her soft yawn pulled him out of his newfound lustful appreciation of her talent. “I’ll leave Bri in your hands, Mace. I’ve got a conference call with my agent and editor in a few hours. Thank you for your help.”
“You’re more than welcome. Just don’t forget my book.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Sonuvabitch, Rawlings!”
Jake swung the cruiser around a curve and then took his eyes off the road only long enough to glare at his partner who now wore a nice green pallor with one hand braced against the car door, the other clutching the seatbelt across his chest.
“Serves you right, Turner. You waited until almost ten o’clock at night to tell me Bri just happened to have a plan . There’s no telling what she’s already done.”
“Hell!” Mace sucked in another hard breath as Jake gunned the accelerator and breezed through an obviously red light. “Killing me won’t stop her.”
“You’d better hope she’s still at the clinic.”
“Why am I suddenly on the chopping block? I’m the one who gave you the information in the first place.”
“Actually, Dara gave you the Intel.”
“Yes, me .”
“I knew she wouldn’t stay out of it.” Jake ignored his partner’s attempt at logic and finally slowed down enough to park next to the curb in front of Bri’s clinic. “She’s here.”
Mace frowned. “How do you figure? There’s not a car in sight.”
“The blinds are open.”
“So?”
“She only closes them after hours.” Or if she’s hiding someone .
“I’ll wait out here.”
“Get the hell out of the car, Turner, I may need backup.”
Jake slammed his door and stomped up the front steps, turned the doorknob and entered the office.
Mace closed the door. “Obviously, she’s busy. We can come back later.”
He glanced at the IN SESSION sign on the reception desk. Too damn bad. No way would he take the chance she might escape. “We’ll wait.”
“Maybe I should call Dara.”
“Why?”
“She’s a psychologist too, Rawlings, and right now I’m positive you could use some advice from a cool head.”
“Knock it off. I know what I’m doing.”
“So you say,” Mace mumbled.
Minutes ticked by as they waited, Jake’s blood boiling hotter with each second. Bri had another thing coming if she thought there was even a remote possibility he’d go along with her scheme. If she exposed even one tight,
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