I frown wider. “It’s not stupid to me. You’re my best friend.”
Scott’s glares at me. “You won’t be my best friend anymore.”
“What do you mean? Of course I will?—”
He cuts me off. “I won’t be your partner anymore, Soph. We’ll barely see each other.”
“At work, maybe. But after work, you’ll be the first person I call when I want to go out or just bitch about life.”
“You’d better still bitch about life with me,” Scott says plaintively, and I smile, nudging my shoulder against his.
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Can we get this over with and you guys can do your weird soap opera drama later?” Hampton grumbles, and Scott just glares at him.
After reassuring Scott, I can go back to daydreaming about my new life. Chasing perps, maybe even going undercover…
It’ll be so much more meaningful than picking up thugs like Mark Hampton.
I realize I’ve been staring into space, and when I come to I’m staring through the glass into the lobby.
There’s a man in the remnants of a suit, his jacket discarded, tie slightly skewed. He looks put together even though his suit is crooked and disheveled.
His salt-and-pepper hair looks like it’s been swept back from his face repeatedly, a couple of locks hanging over his forehead.
And he has the most piercing, beautiful, green eyes that I’ve ever seen.
I look away instantly, startled by what I saw on his face—not a single ounce of fear.
There’s no silent fear of authority in those green eyes.
I see it every day, even in the toughest guys, just a sliver of modesty.
A fear that they might be caught.
But those green eyes are fearless.
Ruthless.
A heat shoots through my body.
No, Sophia. That’s not what you need right now.
I don’t look back at the man in the suit, not once, but I can feel his gaze burning through the glass as I work.
2
LUCA
I’m dreaming of a roaring fire and a heart-shaped ass, my hands on a pair of wide hips, when I’m startled awake.
“Caputo,” someone hisses. “Boss, please. Wake up.”
I grunt, irritated to be woken up from a good dream.
“What is it?” I grumble, not bothering to open my eyes.
I know from his voice and the sheer audacity to wake me up that it’s Diego Conti, my right-hand and my best friend.
