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Although, if he got her behind closed doors, well, she strongly suspected there would be a repeat of the night before. This morning. And maybe they’d go even further than they had before. When he had her naked from the waist up on his bed.
Until Daniel had called and interrupted.
Her fingers spread over that chest. He pulled her closer. Her breath caught. “How could I possibly be confusing you? I know the status quo between us. I’m not so sure you do, though. Just what exactly are you after from me, Detective Foster?”
“That’s a good question,” a furious voice said from behind him. “What’s going on? Hal, are you okay?”
Jarrod jerked around.
Haldyn looked past him.
Her best friend in the world stood there, a look on her face that said Powell was ready to go rabid again. She did that when she thought she was protecting Haldyn. Especially from men. “I’m okay. Just Detective Foster seems to be taking the idea of bodyguarding a bit too literally lately, actually.”
“Funny. A lot of that going around. I just shook Erickson. Again.”
Powell marched up to Jarrod and just disengaged his hands. They’d somehow both found their way to Haldyn’s rear end. Haldyn hadn’t even thought to protest. He had very talented hands.
“Hands off, booger head. Well, unless Hal tells you that you can put them on her that way. Go away. Hal and I need to talk. Like right now.”
Someone said Powell’s name from the end of the hall. Powell’s brown eyes widened, and she practically yelped. Hopped a little.
Gunnar was coming. It was time to get out of there. Haldyn looked at her friend, knew they were on the same wave length.
Powell pushed Jarrod lightly. “Move!”
Haldyn already had her fingers on the door handle.
A strategic retreat was something she and Powell both needed. Haldyn pushed open the door to her suite, grabbed her bestie by the shoulder, and pulled Powell in behind her as fast as she possibly could.
She slammed the door in Jarrod’s shocked face seconds before Gunnar made it to his side. She flipped the lock on the door. “Go away, you man lunatics, and leave us alone!”
Powell looked at her. Haldyn looked back.
“That was just in time,” Powell said.
“Just what exactly is going on here?” Haldyn had to ask it. Gunnar had had such an intent look on his face.
“I don’t have a clue.” Powell gave a wicked grin. As one of the beasts knocked on the door and said something they couldn’t make out. “That was fun. We haven’t slammed a door in a pair of hot guys’ faces in at least a decade. We should do it more often.”
Well, yes. It had been kind of satisfying. But she could hear them out there in the hall. Not what they were saying, but enough to know those two far-too-hot-for-her-sanity cavemen were still out there. If she opened that door… “Those two are seriously going to be trouble.”
“No kidding. Now we have to figure out what to do about them.”
Haldyn looked at her bestie. And the words just came pouring out. “I slept with Jarrod last night.”
Powell’s eyes widened immediately. She froze. “You what?”
“Well. I didn’t have sex with him. I just…slept with him. That’s all.”
Haldyn told her everything.
When she was finished, Powell looked just as confused as Haldyn felt.
48
There were rumors. About what had happened with Steve Wilson and Heather. Mostly the rumors said that Wilson, Heather’s ex-boyfriend, had walked in on Miguel and Heather getting all cozy in the conference room. And someone had apparently heard—probably on the security videos—that Miguel had threatened to rip Wilson’s arms off for him so helpfully.
Miguel had supposedly threatened Chief Marshall with real harm if Wilson got transferred. When asked about it directly, Miguel simply told the idiot asking to think really hard about gossiping about Heather Coleson ever again.
