The way his gaze shuttered said more than words. “Yes.”
Blood roared through my ears.
I took a step back.
“That’s… I can’t…” I faced the open garage door. “I need a minute.”
“Where are you going?” Bishop jumped to follow me.
I held up a hand. “I’m going for a walk. Alone.”
He didn’t deserve the rejection, but I needed space to work through what the hell had just happened.
Colt had followed me.
I could have blown my cover and never even known it.
The next morning, I walked into the precinct with my head high and my gaze locked on Captain Delaney’s door.
I was sick and tired of making this trip across the bullpen feeling like a display.
But I had no choice.
Just like I’d had no choice but to accept that Rafe hadn’t trusted me.
I understood, but it didn’t make me feel any better.
It sucked ass.
The bright fluorescent lights caused me to squint.
I’d been up late trying to figure out why I’d been summoned.
My eyes burned and the static hum of police radios didn’t give me the homey feeling it used to.
Distant footsteps echoed mine, and the scent of stale coffee made me appreciate the cup I’d grabbed from a local vendor on my way in.
Captain Delaney didn’t look up as I entered.
Not that I’d expected him to after our last meeting.
I might have taken things too far that day, but he’d deserved to hear everything I said.
“Sit.” He pointed at the chair beside me.
I obeyed because why not?
I perched on the edge and sipped my coffee.
The delicious caramel and chocolate concoction reminded me of my night in the kitchen with Ash, Rafe, and Bishop.
Leather creaked when the captain sat back.
He didn’t look at me, choosing instead to focus on a spot over my shoulder.
“Progress report.” Blunt nails tapped a sharp rhythm on the arm of his chair.
So this was how things were going to play out now?
