way she always did for as long as she could.
Nick ended the call with Christina and tucked his cell phone into his suit coat pocket. “What’re you thinking about over there?”
“Where to start to find a murderer when everyone in the city had a motive.”
“That’s a tough one, but you’ll figure it out. You always do.”
“If I’m allowed to run it.”
“Why wouldn’t you be?”
“Farnsworth doesn’t want me on the streets with Arnie’s people running loose.”
“Can’t say I disagree with him, babe. A lot of Arnie’s followers are among the affectionately termed ‘loony fringe.’ I wouldn’t put it past them to take a shot at you looking to vindicate him.”
“Be that as it may, Arnie’s ass is staying in jail. We’ve got him screwed, glued and tattooed.”
Nick chuckled. “I’d never heard that expression until I met you.”
“See how I’ve broadened your horizons?”
His hand landed on her thigh. “Speaking of broadening horizons... Have you given any more thought to what we talked about the other night?”
She’d thought of little else until she found Willie Vasquez dead in a Dumpster. “Some.”
“And?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Do you want to talk about it some more?”
“At some point.”
“I’m not pressuring you, babe. You know that, right?”
“I don’t feel pressured.”
“Good.” He squeezed her thigh and removed his hand. “I’d never want that.”
Her body tingled at the reminder of their most recent interlude in the loft he’d put together to remind them of their honeymoon in Bora Bora. Their sex life had heated up even more than usual over the summer, and they’d been doing a lot of experimenting ever since. “I know.” She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “I need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
Even though it went against her nature to be forthcoming with potentially troublesome information, she’d learned the hard way to be truthful with her husband. It saved her a shitload of aggravation where he was concerned. “Hill has been promoted to agent in charge of criminal investigations. He’s moved to D.C. permanently. He grew up with the Feds’ owner, Ray Jestings, so we’ll be calling on him for assistance with the investigation. I wanted to be upfront with you about his involvement, so there’s no trouble between us over it.”
Nick’s expression never changed, but his lips tightened, a sure sign that he was annoyed.
When they arrived at HQ, the agents brought the SUV to a stop outside the main entrance. “Thanks for telling me about Hill.” He looked over at her, slaying her with those amazing hazel eyes that saw right through her. “You’ve come a long way, babe.”
“What does that mean?”
“Not that long ago, you would’ve kept that tidbit to yourself and hoped I wouldn’t find out you were working with him again. While I wish he’d go away and never come back, I’m glad you told me yourself.”
“Even an old dog like me can learn a few new tricks. I can be trained.”
Rolling his eyes, he let out a guffaw of laughter. “You? Trained? That’ll be the day.” He leaned over to leave her with a kiss. “I love you.”
She patted his face and kissed him back, even though they were outside HQ and inside her no-PDA-zone. The tinted windows on the SUV preserved their privacy. “Love you too. I’ll see you when I see you. Take good care of our kid later. He’s going to need a shoulder.”
“He’ll have both of mine for as long as he needs them.”
“He’s a lucky boy.”
“I’m the lucky one. Be careful. Watch your back.”
“I will. Don’t worry.”
“What? Me worry? Go to work, babe.”
Even after almost a year together, she still hated to leave him. But she had a job to do, and so did he, so she got out of the car and waved as the SUV sped off toward the Capitol.
Chapter Five
Sam headed for the main doors at HQ, through the courtyard that would be mobbed
Nick ended the call with Christina and tucked his cell phone into his suit coat pocket. “What’re you thinking about over there?”
“Where to start to find a murderer when everyone in the city had a motive.”
“That’s a tough one, but you’ll figure it out. You always do.”
“If I’m allowed to run it.”
“Why wouldn’t you be?”
“Farnsworth doesn’t want me on the streets with Arnie’s people running loose.”
“Can’t say I disagree with him, babe. A lot of Arnie’s followers are among the affectionately termed ‘loony fringe.’ I wouldn’t put it past them to take a shot at you looking to vindicate him.”
“Be that as it may, Arnie’s ass is staying in jail. We’ve got him screwed, glued and tattooed.”
Nick chuckled. “I’d never heard that expression until I met you.”
“See how I’ve broadened your horizons?”
His hand landed on her thigh. “Speaking of broadening horizons... Have you given any more thought to what we talked about the other night?”
She’d thought of little else until she found Willie Vasquez dead in a Dumpster. “Some.”
“And?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Do you want to talk about it some more?”
“At some point.”
“I’m not pressuring you, babe. You know that, right?”
“I don’t feel pressured.”
“Good.” He squeezed her thigh and removed his hand. “I’d never want that.”
Her body tingled at the reminder of their most recent interlude in the loft he’d put together to remind them of their honeymoon in Bora Bora. Their sex life had heated up even more than usual over the summer, and they’d been doing a lot of experimenting ever since. “I know.” She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “I need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
Even though it went against her nature to be forthcoming with potentially troublesome information, she’d learned the hard way to be truthful with her husband. It saved her a shitload of aggravation where he was concerned. “Hill has been promoted to agent in charge of criminal investigations. He’s moved to D.C. permanently. He grew up with the Feds’ owner, Ray Jestings, so we’ll be calling on him for assistance with the investigation. I wanted to be upfront with you about his involvement, so there’s no trouble between us over it.”
Nick’s expression never changed, but his lips tightened, a sure sign that he was annoyed.
When they arrived at HQ, the agents brought the SUV to a stop outside the main entrance. “Thanks for telling me about Hill.” He looked over at her, slaying her with those amazing hazel eyes that saw right through her. “You’ve come a long way, babe.”
“What does that mean?”
“Not that long ago, you would’ve kept that tidbit to yourself and hoped I wouldn’t find out you were working with him again. While I wish he’d go away and never come back, I’m glad you told me yourself.”
“Even an old dog like me can learn a few new tricks. I can be trained.”
Rolling his eyes, he let out a guffaw of laughter. “You? Trained? That’ll be the day.” He leaned over to leave her with a kiss. “I love you.”
She patted his face and kissed him back, even though they were outside HQ and inside her no-PDA-zone. The tinted windows on the SUV preserved their privacy. “Love you too. I’ll see you when I see you. Take good care of our kid later. He’s going to need a shoulder.”
“He’ll have both of mine for as long as he needs them.”
“He’s a lucky boy.”
“I’m the lucky one. Be careful. Watch your back.”
“I will. Don’t worry.”
“What? Me worry? Go to work, babe.”
Even after almost a year together, she still hated to leave him. But she had a job to do, and so did he, so she got out of the car and waved as the SUV sped off toward the Capitol.
Chapter Five
Sam headed for the main doors at HQ, through the courtyard that would be mobbed
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