“Fuck off!” I yell.
He looks up. “Jesus, bro, calm down.” He thumbs behind him. “I was gonna suggest I go get some snacks, but it looks like you can be hangry all by yourself.” He takes off.
I roll my eyes. “You were sayin’?”
“That was rude.”
“Don’t worry about him, he’ll live.”
“Maybe we should discuss this later?” she says.
“Willow.”
“Don’tWillowme with those fluttery eyes, did you do that to my staff just before? No wonder they were all hanging off you like bees to honey.”
“So you were jealous?”
“I’mnotjealous, but you’re here to work, so maybe, I don’t know? Do somework.”
“Not until you tell me what you were gonna say,” I prompt. “What about dinner tonight, my place? You can meet Crunch.”
Okay, it’s probably not a great idea because I haven’t told her yet Max is moving in temporarily. Even so, I’m sure she’ll appreciate the favor.
She sighs. “I guess I have to eat.”
“That’s the only reason you’d come over?”
“Yes, and to meet Crunch.” She smiles devilishly.
It’s gonna kill me not having this conversation until later, but a sinister part of me likes drawing this out. The sex will be fucking phenomenal if I deprive myself a little longer. “You’re hilarious.”
“Get back to work.”
“Yes, Boss.” I salute her and she leaves, not before looking back at me, and I get caught with my eyes glued to her ass. “My eyes are up here.”
“And what pretty eyes they are,” I sing.
She rolls her eyes and leaves. At least now I can get back to work. I’ve instructed Sawyer to go through the footage from the first day the package arrived at the station. I doubt he walked in here and delivered it himself, but weirder things have happened. We have to cover all bases.
All he knows is he’s looking for someone delivering a package so the police can question him on the contents. In the meantime, Rock and Jett haven’t come up with anything from the security footage around the building or the street, but it’s slow going because they go over everything with a fine-tooth comb.
There’s a knock at the door and I look up. “Oh, hey, sorry,” the detective says, nodding to the computer. “I was just coming in to print something out, my bad.” She frowns when she sees my patch. “Hey, are you supposed to be in here?”
I glance at her name badge: H Baltmore. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here on official police business.”
She looks suspiciously at my screen. “What exactly is that?”
“What’s your name?”
“Baltmore.”
Wise ass.“First name?”
She sighs, “Hally.”
“Cool. Well, unfortunately, I’m not at liberty to divulge information about why I’m here. You know how it is.”
“You’re cute, but I can see you’re a handful.” She smirks. “You’re Willow’s, uh, side piece, right?”
