Securing a job as a filing clerk on her detective boyfriend’s investigation team was the easy part. So were his overprotective meddling, his attempt at getting her to quit or him firing her (as if you could, Big guy). Writing about dirty cops proved quite different than hunting a serial or two, though. What started as a casual love affair may be the end of her. Literally!
Shy and dreamy female writers should spend their days at the library, or so Chris James MacLaren, Chief homicide detective, believed. Too bad his girlfriend had never read the memo. Now, he has to protect her (for his team and herself both) as she traipsed around the city working on her cold case. Yah, even with just that one case he bestowed upon her, the woman could cause mayhem. He blamed the company she kept, in particular, her ex-hacker boyfriend–deceased, thank fuck–and his elusive agoraphobic sidekick, this one very much alive. Chris has a plan, though. He intended to make her days too busy with filing to run off or recklessly research the hell out of another one of her crazy ideas. As for her nights, they’ll be all his.
Christopher worried too much. Surely, that filing clerk job she secured on his team will prove a perfect research project. Observing the Big guy handle his men (and women) was damn sexy, a little too much considering theirs was a casual relationship, right? Besides, she hated cops, and he was too tough and independent for anything serious, n’est-ce pas ?
Yes, the two liked each other. Sparks flew. If it weren’t for dead bodies, beautiful women, turning up (at least, white parts of them), their lives would be grand.
“You will let me read files and take notes as I want?”
“Absolutely.” Christopher was charming when he wanted to be, wasn’t he? And he did seem to have made up his mind about letting her do her research. Not that she was convinced working in his office was such a good thing. What if she liked him at work? Didn’t she already like him too much? If she had her way, all of her ways, she would have been allowed to take the files home, but HR had said no, absolutely non-negotiable. “And I won’t fetch you coffee.”
“Of course not, Angel.”
Lucky Patricia wasn’t a mind reader because damn if he wasn’t thinking of ways to change her mind. If on such an occasion, she happened to be wearing that outfit with the skirt and heels, or anyone of the many other sexy outfits she had waiting in her closet, well, it would make it all worth it. Not that he intended to have her around long, that wasn’t part of his new emergency plan.
About the Author
Career, family, metro-boulot-dodo and all that, until retirement. A middle life crisis later (a very early middle crisis), what if earth changed axis? Writing began and I’m hopeful to one day meeting a real Ingrid.