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He opened it and found himself grinning over her message.Hey, Brooks. Sorry to be a pain. No Saran Wrap here but an email regarding our police report. I know you sent it, but I’ve got another bad habit. I don’t check email often and then when I do, it’s a mass delete kind of function. I’m sure you can tell where the report went and it’s not even in my trash folder. I’ve got an older sister hot on my tail who needs it for the insurance company. If you could be so kind as to forward it again, I promise not to stalk you until I get it.
He found it funny she got her digs in but in a funny way.
Considering it’d been a few days since he’d talked to her… Seen her naked. Touched and tasted her. There was no way he could call her clingy.
She hadn’t even sent a text afterward. Not one on Sunday either.
He was expecting it and told himself to not get disappointed it hadn’t come.
He hit reply, found the file to attach and was just going to be short and sweet, say here you go and thank you. But something told him that might be a tad bit rude.
It took him more than five minutes to draft his reply remembering this was a work email.Here you go. If you need anything else you know how to reach me. It’s never a problem.
There, that should confuse her just as much as he’d been lately.
He got back to work and twenty minutes later his phone buzzed. He looked down to see the text from Ivy. Three little letters. Or more like big letters.WTF
He sent back a few question marks.
It looked as if she was typing and then stopping. His phone rang in his hand.
It was her.
He was smiling, then forced himself to stop in case someone saw him.
“Investigator Scarsdale,” he said.
“Very funny, Brooks,” Ivy said.
“What can I help you with?” he asked.
“You’re in the office?” she asked.
“I am.”
“Oh, sorry. I shouldn’t have called. I figured it was the end of the day.”
“I got held up and am just finishing a few things.” He got up and shut his door. “What’s going on?”
“What?” she asked.
“Your text. What does that mean?”
“You don’t know?” she asked.
He ran his hand through his hair. “If I did I wouldn’t have sent you the question marks.”
“Well, I’ll tell you. Your email. I ran it through my head so many times I’m spinning in circles. It’s a good thing Dahlia is in the shower so I could call you.”
He smiled again knowing she couldn’t see his response. “What’s wrong with the email?”
“You know what is wrong. For someone that says you don’t like clingy or stalkers, you sure put it out there in that email.”
Shit. He hadn’t realized that.
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“That you just want me to reach out whenever I want sex?” she asked.
