As a detective, she carried a gun for a reason. Her boss liked to think he was the alpha in the room, but everyone knew the female of the species was far more deadly.
And.
They.
Were.
Her youth was not her adulthood.
Yeah, she started out doing sketchy things, that had changed when someone took the time to save a young girl with no family. So, she wasn’t going back.
PASS.
After being pulled out of that kind of a mess, she was given the opportunity to change her life. Someone helped her get into college, where she was able to get her degree and start her career.
By the grace of the universe, she’d been pulled from the pit, and given a chance to show what she could do.
Now, at thirty-six, all she wanted was to work an exciting case, go home, watch a movie, and eat pasta on the couch.
Was that so damn crazy?
Was that so much to ask?
It certainly didn’t involve having sex with a man she barely liked as he wanted to exert his power over her as theONLYfemale detective on staff.
Men like that didn’t even get her attention, and she blamed her life before being saved. To get her attention, you had to be a special kind of a man.
Kind.
Sweet.
Protective.
Now, that was the alpha man in her world.
Tora had been a stripper, and struggled to even survive as a child on the street. Now, she was surviving, but struggling to keep climbing the ladder.
In the back of her mind, she was preparing to move on, interviewing in a bigger city, butHolladaydid have a few things going for it.
Mainly, her partner.
He was the cat’s meow.
Still, she knew there was writing on the wall.
All she had to do was get her time in as a detective, and move to someplace busier.
BecauseHolladaywasNOTit.
Trust her.
What wouldn’t she give for a good case chock full of twists and turns?
Finding a dead body behind a building with a needle still in her arm didn’t exactly scream challenge.
That was a no-brainer.
Right?
