Page 239 of Chameleon Killer

“Go to the diner two blocks down on third.” Flint’s command seemed to startle Brewster out of whatever reverie he was in. “We’ll be there shortly.”

Then before he turned off the monitor, he added, “Go or stay, but if you want to talk to her face to face, you’ll do this our way,” Flint said. “One chance only.”

Then he turned it off and hooked his arm around my neck as he twisted his head down to kiss me. I let my arms wrap around Flint’s neck in turn as I opened to him.

When he whispered, “Still my call?” I smiled against his lips.

“Oh yeah.”

Then I let him devour my lips while we waited for Brewster to make a decision.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

MALLORY

Brewster went. That surprised me.

Not enough that I would admit it to Flint, but enough that I checked the monitor twice until Elliot disappeared into the elevator and the doors closed behind him.

“He listened to you.”

Flint glanced down at me. “Try not to sound so shocked.”

“I’m not shocked.”

“You have a terrible poker face.” The warmth of his tease was so familiar it almost made me laugh.

Still, I sniffed. “I resent that. As an investigative journalist, I have an excellent poker face.”

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

I looked down.

Technically, I was wearing his shirt, my underwear, and a pair of sleep shorts that covered considerably less territory than the shirt did.

“I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

His hand slid around my waist and pulled me closer. “It’s affecting your credibility.”

“Only because you’re easily distracted.”

“Mal.”

“Hmm?”

“We have to go meet the potentially unstable, recently suspended FBI profiler who showed up uninvited at my home after being contacted by a serial killer.”

“True.”

“We should probably get dressed.”

I considered that, then him before I glanced toward the hallway leading to his bedroom.

“This is a terrible way to spend a Sunday.”

“Agreed.”