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“Is there a Mr. Alexia?”
She leveled him in a look. “Is that any of your business?”
“Just making small talk. And before you go into analyzation mode, no, I’m not getting friendly with you in order to inspire your sympathy toward me and get myself off the hook.Especiallywhen I don’t have anything to hide.”
“We’ll see.” Her breezy tone brought a laugh to his lips.
“Yes, we will.” He shot her a grin. “So…Mr. Alexia?”
“Doesn’t exist.”
“Not even a boyfriend?”
“What do you care?” She twisted in her seat, angling her body toward him. One brush of his knuckles over her flesh would bring a pink heat to the surface. What would happen if he spread her thighs and buried himself between them?
Before he could respond to her question, she blurted, “No boyfriend. No husband. No significant other. Not even a pet.”
“Just your love for the chase.”
Their gazes locked. “I wonder,” he murmured.
“What do you wonder?” Her tone was a little breathless.
“You’re so passionate about your job, I can’t help but wonder what you’d do for something as powerful as love.”
Her jaw dropped. “Do you talk to your teammates like this?”
He laughed again. “Actually, you’d be surprised what we talk about. How deep we can dive after the heat of battle.”
“Is that why you were texting someone called ‘Guns’ about his next Friday night conquest?”
A deep chuckle rumbled beginning in the pit of his stomach, from some spot he hadn’t accessed in a very long time. “I’m not surprised you went through all my texts.”
“Not all of them.”
“No…just the important ones. Guns is what we call Nick Denver. I’m sure you’ve read the files of every man on my team.”
She folded her arms over her chest.
“He’s the weapons sergeant, so Guns is a pretty tame nickname compared to what we could give him.”
“Or what the ladies call him,” she shot back.
He couldn’t quit grinning. Or laughing. He couldn’t help it—he liked her mind. A lot.
That coupled with that hot-as-sin body that he wanted to bend to fit his made for some very lewd thoughts about Detective Alexia Oaks.
Finally, her stiff façade cracked. She compressed her lips, but a smile wobbled on her pretty face. Then she let out…a giggle.
His cock that had been hovering between slightly aroused and turned on hitfull mastin a blink. His shaft swelled against his fly, and his brain found another challenge.
Make Alexia laugh…right before he buried himself deep inside her.
The closer they got to the scene of his niece’s murder, the more quiet and withdrawn Tripp became.
Alexia couldn’t help but take mental notes about the change in him. In a very short time, he went from laughing and teasing to the sullen, unyielding man next to her.
She stole a glance at his profile. The corner of his lips appeared white. Every muscle in his body seemed to hum with its own frequency of tension, right down to his long fingers clamped on the steering wheel.
