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It was nearing the end of his ten-hour shift when Detective Jacob Rafferty's desk phone lit up with an incoming call. He didn't have to look at the text on the screen to know who it was. There was only one person who called his desk phone in the wee hours of the night. Punching the call button, he was treated to the gentle voice of Molly Ferguson.
"Hello, Detective Rafferty."
"Hello, Molly."
He saw the raised brow of his sometimes partner, Harrison Jones, as he walked by with a hand 'phone' to his ear and a wolfish grin on his lips.
Jacob returned the gesture with a single finger in the middle of his hand before getting up from his desk to close his door. The long spiral cord attached to the handset nearly stretched to its limit as he moved. "Sorry, I needed to close the door for some privacy."
"Privacy?" Molly sounded a little breathless for a moment. "Oh, for your reports. Of course."
Jacob sighed and leaned against his desk. "That too."
He heard her breath catch in her throat and he continued on hoping that he hadn't upset or confused her. It wasn't Molly's fault that he liked the sound of her voice.
Really liked it to the point that he had to sit behind his desk to hide his overtly physical reaction to it or close his door like he'd already done.
"I sent you a few more voice files, but they're notes from interviews that I did to exclude people as suspects. You don't have to rush with the transcripts."
"Detective Rafferty are you saying that I'm slow enough that I'd have to choose to push work to the side."
"No." He had to choose his words carefully. He was a detective and quite a bit of his professional life revolved around his ability to question someone else. And questioning involved quite a bit of talking.
Talking but choosing his words carefully.
"I just wanted to let you know the priority level for your workload." He swallowed and felt his throat strangely tight. "I know you're busy with other detectives' reports. Center City has a lot of open cases."
He heard her soft laugh and pressed the handset of the phone tighter to his ear. Jacob didn't want to miss anything, especially her laughter. Some days, it was the only joy he was exposed to.
"Well, you don't have to worry about the other detectives. I always put your reports at the front of my queue."
"Yeah?" He didn't expect his whole chest to warm at her answer. "That's nice to know."
"It's a great way to start my workday." Another soft laugh reached his ears. "Partly because I like the sound of your voice."
Shit.
He reached up and loosened the knot of his tie at his throat. "Really now?"
His voice may have dipped down a little deeper in his throat, and the air conditioning in his office seemed to lose some of its power.
"Yes, really." He swore he could hear her blush through the phone. "I shouldn't have said anything."
"No. No, Molly." He leaned against his desk, shifting on his chair to give his dick some room in his pants. "I'm glad you did."
There was a silence that fell between them and while he considered what to say, he heard her soft voice instead.
"Then I'm glad I said it." Another laugh that made his heart beat a little faster. "I'm not usually good with words."
He really didn't believe that. At least he didn't see it that way.
"You can practice on me anytime."
Jacob bit the inside of his cheek while he waited for her to respond.
"It's easier on the phone." He heard a little gasp. "Talking, I mean."
