They were frightening for everyone.
Especially her.
At the end of the hall, she finally saw the outside spiral staircase at the back of the house that went to the garden level, along with a door that opened onto the balcony.
Relieved, Sorcha went outside and paused as she was assaulted with the roar of raucous heavy metal music.
What in the world? Given the volume, she was amazed that it hadn’t been rattling the windows inside the house.
By the time she reached the grass, she realized it was actually Christian metal music. Not what she’d first thought.
Completely unexpected.
It was also hot as Hell out here. Gotta love Savannah, Georgia in September… She pulled her jacket off as she paused to get her bearings.
The two lower offices and interrogation room were on her right. But what caught her attention was the pool to her left. Or more to the point, the attached hot tub that held a man leaning back in casual repose against the brown stone ledge.
No, not a man.
A god…
Even from her distance, she was mesmerized by what she saw. Long wavy dark brown hair laced with blond streaks and a body made for sin. Water sparkled invitingly against deeply tanned skin stretched tight over rippling muscles that said he spent way too much time working out. Best of all, he held just enough shadow on his cheeks and chin to be sexy and not gross.
Damn, he was savage. Raw and just absolutely compelling.
There were no other words for him.
A man this hot…
Yeah. He had to know he turned women, and probably a fair number of men, into molten pools of stupidity.
And while she liked to pretend she was above her baser hormonal urges, she knew it for a lie. This man penetrated every single level of protection she’d carefully erected around her broken soul.
What the utter f?—
Someone clapped her on the back, startling her…
It was Captain Reyes. “His name is Luke. And he’s your new partner.”
Are you kidding me?
Of course, he was her partner. Why would she think otherwise?
My luck never changes. From bad to worse. Sorcha silently went off in frustration over that news. “What?”
Why?
Elana stepped around her. “I need someone on the straight and narrow to keep him on the righteous path. He’s a handful.”
No shit! Look at him. She could only imagine how arrogant and annoying he’d be. She was not looking forward to this. At all.
I’m going to shoot another partner. Great. God only knows where they’ll send me next time.
Probably jail. Which she’d barely avoided in New Orleans. Her head was already pounding at the thought of another trial where she’d be grilled and lied about.
Another mug shot she’d have to live down.
Effing awesome.
