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"If you're calling because you want to fly to Arizona and kick Gordon's ass for getting you suspended, I'm probably in," Reid says as soon as he picks up the phone.
"Probably?" I smile, shaking my head. Reid, like me, can be a handful. Trouble just follows him naturally.
"Depends on what my wife wore to work this morning," he says. "She snuck out before I was awake. I may have to take a raincheck on punching Bruce Gordon in the face to spank her gorgeous ass."
"Too much information, man," I mutter. The less I know about his sex life, the better. "Way too much information. Especially since I'm actually calling for your wife."
"What the fuck, Bayliss?" Reid growls. "Why the fuck are you calling for my wife?"
"Settle down. Jesus. I didn't say I wanted to sleep with her. She's a lawyer. She knows law enforcement around here. Hell, you do too, considering they arrested your ass your first week here," I remind him. He got into a bar fight. "I need some info on someone."
"My charges were dropped, fucker. And she'd kick your ass if you even tried to hit on her. Then I'd have to kick your ass." He's a territorial bastard. We've been giving him nine kinds of hell about it, but I'm starting to get it. Just the thought of Leia meeting one of our teammates the other night had me ready to start throwing punches. "Who do you need info on?
"All I have is a first name, but he's a bookie in town."
Reid falls quiet for a moment. "What the fuck are you tangled up in, Colter?"
"I'm helping out a friend with something. Her girlfriend is dating this douche." None of that is a lie, strictly speaking. Whether Leia wants my help or not, she's getting it. And we are friends. We're going to be two peas in a damn pod real soon.
"I'll ask Wren to have Dillon call you."
"Thanks, brother."
"Don't mention it."
I disconnect and drop my phone in the console with a relieved exhale. Hopefully, the sheriff knows something about this bookie and can clue me in on what we're dealing with here. It'd be nice to know what the fuck kind of trouble Leia is chasing.
Someone taps on my window.
My heart hits my shoes. My head hits the ceiling.
"Son of a bitch," I growl, rubbing the top of my head. I peer out of the window and barely see the top of Leia's head. How the fuck did she manage to sneak out of the building on me? Jesus. She's a fucking ninja.
She cranes her head back. Her smirk lets me know she's pleased she managed to startle me. "You know stalking is illegal in all fifty states, right?"
"I'm not stalking you. I was handling business." Oh, excellent response. I barely contain a smug grin.
"Public indecency is illegal in all fifty states too," she says levelly.
Well, there goes that moment of triumph. She's impressively quick with the comebacks. It's sexy as hell. Most people go out of their way to compliment me. Not Leia. She doesn't even hesitate to mouth off and give me shit. I fucking love it.
"Did you come to see the show then, Trouble?" I ask. "Just couldn't stop thinking about me fucking my own hand, could you?"
"No. I mean no, I was not thinking about that," she squeals. "I was just leaving!"
"Liar. You've already told on yourself now."
"Have not," she mumbles, a blush climbing up her cheeks. Christ, she's so goddamn pretty with her hair pinned back from her face with a little rose pin. Her vintage black suit accentuates her full figure in all the right places, highlighting her curves. She's effortlessly stylish, and feminine, but I don't think she has a clue how damn sexy she is. Or how hard I am right now.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere."
"Leia."
Fire flashes in her eyes. "It's my story, Colter."
"And you won't get to write it if you end up dead in a ditch somewhere." I climb out of the truck, holding the door open for her. "Get in the truck."
She plants a hand on her hip, scowling up at me. "Has anyone ever told you that you're bossy?"
"Yeah, you. Get your sexy ass in the truck, or I can put you in the truck, Trouble. Your choice."
"Fine." She stomps forward, smacking me with her laptop bag as she passes me.
I growl, dragging her body up against mine. My mouth lands against her ear. "You trying to get us arrested for public indecency? Because the more you fuck with me, the harder you make me, Leia."
"The bag slipped," she says, her voice saccharine.
I nip her ear, groaning, "Get in the truck."
She elbows me as she clambers up into the driver's seat, muttering to herself about my big stupid truck. I chuckle, staring at her ass until she glances over her shoulder and catches me. "Stop staring at me. It's rude."
