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Not that she had to make excuses or apologize for anything. The new criminal investigator for the city of Somerset had enough clout with not just the city, but also the state, that she could afford to carry a little arrogance.
She was nice, though, and kind, Lyrica thought, if a little harder than most thirty-year-old women she knew.
Tanned, toned, and edging toward muscular, that male-aura thing just reached out and grabbed a person. Men were both fascinated by her and fearful of her power over them. Most women were just fascinated by her. Lyrica was equally amused and damned envious of how well Sam carried herself.
“Come on, this part of the house hasn’t filled up yet, but don’t count on it staying that way for long. You could be shocked again before the night’s out.” Sam was still far too amused to suit Lyrica.
“Come on, we’ve called her Miss Priss since we met her,” Lyrica groaned. “And that was my senior year history teacher. That was just wrong.”
Sam snorted. “What are you doing here, Miss Innocent? You should be home, tucked nice and safe in bed, dreaming of sugarplums.”
“Don’t piss me off, Sam,” Lyrica warned good-naturedly. “I could make a bad enemy.”
“So can newborns,” Sam assured her as she glanced over at Lyrica with amused flirtatiousness as they found a quiet corner, shadowed and relatively secluded, with a half-dozen couples lingering there to drink and chat.
“That was low, Sam,” Lyrica said. “Really low.”
Tipping the beer to her lips, Lyrica took a long drink, wishing there weren’t too many of Dawg’s friends here to allow her to go to the bar for a real drink.
“Really, what are you doing here, Lyrica?” Sam asked then, leaning forward, her arms propped on her spread thighs.
It was such a male position that once again Lyrica was reminded of the woman’s strength.
No excuses and no apologies.
“The hell if I know.” Lyrica sighed as she glanced around the shadowed room again. “Boredom, maybe. And I was hoping Kye would be here. She usually stops by the lake parties on the weekends.”
“Kyleene Brock? Graham’s sister? Girl, you’re going to get in trouble if you keep running with her.”
“Kye?” Lyrica laughed. “No way, Sam. You know better than that.”
“She’s trouble waiting to happen is what I know,” Sam assured her with a laughing little roll of her eyes.
“Kye?” Surprise had Lyrica watching the detective closely then. “What’s Kye doing? She never gets into trouble.”
Perfectly plucked, slender brows arched at the retort.
“Really?” Sam drawled. “Hmm, maybe that was someone else who looks exactly like Kye Brock running around and hitting damned near every party I’ve been to since arriving in Pulaski County and wreaking such havoc that we actually look forward to her brief visits just for the entertainment.”
Kye? Wreaking havoc? That so did not sound like her friend.
She shook her head. “Graham wouldn’t allow it.”
“Unlike you, sweetie, no one calls and tells on little Kye. Evidently, she doesn’t mind using all the juicy little trysts she’s seen to keep everyone’s mouth shut.”
Kye Brock? Threatening to tell secrets?
Lyrica took another long drink of the beer, shocked.
“She’s a firecracker,” Sam observed then, the lack of amusement in her voice pulling Lyrica’s attention back to her.
“That just does not sound like Kye.” She shook her head, confused. “I’d have to see that one to believe it.”
“You obviously don’t know her so well.” Sam shrugged.
Lyrica had already suspected that one but she’d never suspected the extent of it.
“Evidently not,” Lyrica agreed.
