was about her.
After Ryan left she watched Michael pace the room. Up and back three, four, five times before she had enough. She got up and stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Michael, what is it?” Becca smiled gently when he evened out his face. “Don’t hide from me. I know Black told you something.”
The lack of a reaction was confirmation enough.
“And I know he told you that you can’t tell me.”
He blanched. Another confirmation.
“I grew up with secrets.” She pointed a hand at her chest and smiled again, “Marine dad, remember? I know there are things you can’t tell me.” He didn’t need to know how she knew. She was fairly certain he hadn’t told her about Black’s grip on him for the simple fact that he didn’t tell anyone about it. “Black trusts you with a lot of secrets about how all this works and I get that. I’m not going to ask you to betray that trust just because we’re involved. I only bring it up because I can tell it bothers you.” The other hand joined the first. Her fingers spread out to cover his taut chest, rock hard with tension. “And I want to tell you that I trust you too.” Taking a deep breath, she looked him directly in the eye and willed her next words to be true. “I know you won’t do anything that will get me hurt no matter what Black says. Any of us.” The appearance of several dancing spots in her vision brought tears to her eyes. Quickly she blinked them back.
Surprisingly restrained, Michael frowned at her and then smiled tightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
Before she could say more, he took control. “I would assume you packed something appropriate for bluffing our way into a police station?”
“Of course,” she answered lightly.
The River Falls Police Station was an attractive modern building with lots of glass, stone, and brick. The front wall facing the street curved outward, an architect’s attempt at making the building seem innocuous. Oddly, despite a commonly held misconception that a police station was a loathsome place, most weren’t. Especially those built after the 1990’s when Public Affairs decided to make the push that police are our friends, not the enemy. River Falls had obviously bought in. Their headquarters looked more like a library than police station.
Getting out of the truck first, Michael gave the place a long look while Becca came around the back to join him. Both of them had packed non-combat attire and, when they entered, Becca could read on their lips and minds, “Feds are here.” She kept her expression light but blank, allowing one hand to sweep over her suit coat even though she knew there were no wrinkles. She’d left her black wool overcoat in the truck. Thank goodness for modern materials. A little spandex in a pantsuit did more than just allow for a shoulder holster it kept the rumples of travel at bay as well.
Becca lagged behind, taking in the large open foyer, wincing at the brightness as the sun reflected off the snow and ears ringing from the sound of her own heels clicking on the hard tile. Michael took point, heading straight for the receptionist housed behind a long sheet of bulletproof glass that spanned the twenty or so feet open to viewing as people walked up.
Even knowing their every move was being monitored on camera and by a dozen or so curious eyes, Becca caught her eyes straying to where the cut of Michael’s trousers fit snug on his waist then draped over his firm backside. Taking a hurried step, she brought herself up even with him, matching his long strides. Inwardly she chastised herself for being unable to control her hormones. What was she, a teenager?
As soon as her eyes were off Michael’s ass, they caught the receptionist’s locked onto Michael’s gorgeous blues. Becca knew they would be that deep blue they went to when he was totally focused. She could almost read the woman’s mind. It was exactly
After Ryan left she watched Michael pace the room. Up and back three, four, five times before she had enough. She got up and stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Michael, what is it?” Becca smiled gently when he evened out his face. “Don’t hide from me. I know Black told you something.”
The lack of a reaction was confirmation enough.
“And I know he told you that you can’t tell me.”
He blanched. Another confirmation.
“I grew up with secrets.” She pointed a hand at her chest and smiled again, “Marine dad, remember? I know there are things you can’t tell me.” He didn’t need to know how she knew. She was fairly certain he hadn’t told her about Black’s grip on him for the simple fact that he didn’t tell anyone about it. “Black trusts you with a lot of secrets about how all this works and I get that. I’m not going to ask you to betray that trust just because we’re involved. I only bring it up because I can tell it bothers you.” The other hand joined the first. Her fingers spread out to cover his taut chest, rock hard with tension. “And I want to tell you that I trust you too.” Taking a deep breath, she looked him directly in the eye and willed her next words to be true. “I know you won’t do anything that will get me hurt no matter what Black says. Any of us.” The appearance of several dancing spots in her vision brought tears to her eyes. Quickly she blinked them back.
Surprisingly restrained, Michael frowned at her and then smiled tightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
Before she could say more, he took control. “I would assume you packed something appropriate for bluffing our way into a police station?”
“Of course,” she answered lightly.
The River Falls Police Station was an attractive modern building with lots of glass, stone, and brick. The front wall facing the street curved outward, an architect’s attempt at making the building seem innocuous. Oddly, despite a commonly held misconception that a police station was a loathsome place, most weren’t. Especially those built after the 1990’s when Public Affairs decided to make the push that police are our friends, not the enemy. River Falls had obviously bought in. Their headquarters looked more like a library than police station.
Getting out of the truck first, Michael gave the place a long look while Becca came around the back to join him. Both of them had packed non-combat attire and, when they entered, Becca could read on their lips and minds, “Feds are here.” She kept her expression light but blank, allowing one hand to sweep over her suit coat even though she knew there were no wrinkles. She’d left her black wool overcoat in the truck. Thank goodness for modern materials. A little spandex in a pantsuit did more than just allow for a shoulder holster it kept the rumples of travel at bay as well.
Becca lagged behind, taking in the large open foyer, wincing at the brightness as the sun reflected off the snow and ears ringing from the sound of her own heels clicking on the hard tile. Michael took point, heading straight for the receptionist housed behind a long sheet of bulletproof glass that spanned the twenty or so feet open to viewing as people walked up.
Even knowing their every move was being monitored on camera and by a dozen or so curious eyes, Becca caught her eyes straying to where the cut of Michael’s trousers fit snug on his waist then draped over his firm backside. Taking a hurried step, she brought herself up even with him, matching his long strides. Inwardly she chastised herself for being unable to control her hormones. What was she, a teenager?
As soon as her eyes were off Michael’s ass, they caught the receptionist’s locked onto Michael’s gorgeous blues. Becca knew they would be that deep blue they went to when he was totally focused. She could almost read the woman’s mind. It was exactly
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