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As she wagged her head, the straight ends of her hair brushed her coat collar. His gaze darted back to her mouth.
That lipstick…
He swore that her pale cheeks gained a hint of color before she dropped her head to break their stare.
Tripp fished out his own phone and called Rafe. His commanding officer picked up after three rings.
“Change of plans,” he said in his normal voice instead of the one loaded with pain he’d affected for Alexia’s sake.
“What kind of change? Did you have the video call with the detective?” Rafe asked.
“Not exactly. We met in person.”
A beat of silence followed.
“I’m going with her to the scene of the crime.”
“Damn. How’d you manage that one?” Rafe’s voice rang with respect.
“Guilt.”
Tripp shot Alexia another glance out his window. She wasn’t paying attention to him but was focused on her call, her lips moving so rapidly he could only imagine the heat in her voice that must accompany those words.
“What do you mean by guilt?” Rafe pressed.
“She hit me with her car.”
“What the fuck?” he burst out.
“I’m fine. I’ll rub a little dirt on it.”
Rafe issued a low chuckle. “Well, the woman’s either brilliant or stupid.”
He glanced at Alexia again. Tall, lithe. Legs a mile long in the black trousers that every detective wore. Her coat was black and too puffy for him to tell if she had any curves under there or a set of small, sexy breasts. A white collar peeked from a V where the zipper didn’t come all the way up to her throat.
Though he couldn’t see her eyes right this minute, he remembered the exact hue of sea green—and the intelligence in her bright gaze.
“I’ll reserve my opinion about the brilliant or stupid part until I know more,” he told Rafe. “I’m sure she has an agenda in getting me involved.”
Rafe grunted. “Well, whatever you find out when you get to that crime scene… Remember, Tripp, we don’t kill people. We capture them and bring them in for questioning.”
His grumble exposed too much inner turmoil for his liking.
“Say it with me, Tripp. We don’t kill people. We bring them—”
“In for questioning,” he finished. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” What Rafe didn’t know was the depth of the despair Tripp experienced every single time he thought of Kelsey, which was often. Just thinking of what happened to her…and who he suspected did it…made his fists curl in rage.
Movement caught his eye. Alexia was pacing outside her car. She walked to the front of his SUV and did a little bounce turn before striding the other direction. He watched her perform this maneuver several times before he realized Rafe was still on the line and his dick was half-hard from that little bounce.
“Look, I’ll be back tonight. It’s only a three-hour drive there.” Tripp couldn’t pull his attention off Alexia.
“More like nine.”
It took a minute for Rafe’s words to sink in.
“What?”
“Nine hours to drive there.”
