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“You’re trying toprotectme? Jesus, Alexia. I thought you knew I’m a tough motherfucker and nothing affects me.”
Seeing that knife under the carpet had, but she chose not to bring that up.
She placed a hand on his forearm. His muscle was hard steel that rippled with power, but she knew his weakness now.
“Just drop me at the coroner’s and find us a hotel.”
“No.” He shook her off, walked around the vehicle and jumped behind the wheel before she could get another word out on the matter.
Neither of them spoke on the drive there. When she got out, he mirrored her movements and tailed her inside the office.
Alexia needed to just do her job. She didn’t get to her position by screwing up, and she wasn’t about to start now. Her job mattered to her above anything else.
Even above those amazing orgasms delivered by Bryson’s impressive cock.
They had only hours left to spend together. But they still had tonight…and she wanted that. Badly.
Unless they found another excuse for staying in town, their time was limited.
She addressed the coroner first. “I hear you have information concerning the body we found.”
The man was aging, bald with black horn-rimmed glasses that amplified his eyes. “Right this way.”
Before she took a step, Alexia threw a look at Bryson.
He glanced beyond her at the coroner and gave a stiff nod.
Dammit, she knew that she’d never be able to talk him out of staying so closely involved in this case, even when he needed distance. Lots and lots of distance.
Okay, she never wanted to see a grown man tear up like that again, dammit. Which meant…shewas the problem, wasn’t she? She’d grown soft—on Bryson Tripp—and now she was failing to do her job properly.
She pushed past him and hurried after the coroner.
When they approached the body on the table, her stomach gave a little flip, but she ignored it.
The coroner stared at Bryson. “And you are?”
“Investigating this case,” he said without pause.
“Okay. You look as if you have a strong stomach. You’ll need it for this.” He pulled back the sheet to reveal the body.
Alexia tried to avoid looking directly at anything and instead widened her scope of view so it was all shape and colors.
“This man’s neck was snapped,” the coroner said.
“In a fall?” she asked.
“No. It was definitely murder. Consistent with military training.”
Her gaze snapped to Bryson. He seemed…unsurprised.
Back in those woods, he had known what he was looking at—and he didn’t share his thoughts with her.
“You’re certain about that?” she asked the coroner.
“Not one hundred percent sure about the military training, no. Anybody can look up a video and learn how to do something.”
“Even break a neck? That seems a little extreme.”
