Sealed with a Hiss: Book Four Supernatural Enforcers Agency

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surprised at you being transferred up here.  Actually, everyone’s a little surprised.  We’re all kind of curious about why.”
    If he was looking to her for an answer, he was out of luck.  The only explanation she had was going to be taken the grave.  “I’m not sure,” she said, lamely.
    He didn’t look like he believed her, but he tried to look happy.  “Well, congrats, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
    “Thanks.”  Her squirrel chirruped.  She would do great.  No matter how she got the job, she was going to ace it.
    “Hey, listen, there’s a special showing of Raider’s of the Lost Ark down at the old cemetery.  They put up a screen and everyone finds a headstone to lean against – it’s a lot of fun.  Some of us from downstairs are going if you want to join us.”  Robbie couldn’t hide the hopefulness in his eyes.
    She tried not to grimace as her tiny beast bared her fangs.  Not interested, cat, growled the little squirrel.  Oh, but wouldn’t it be so much easier if she were?  They’d make such a cute couple.  What would people think if they saw her and Gerry together?  Not that she was suggesting that anyone ever would, but she wondered if other people would think they looked odd.
    “Thanks, but I think I’m going to get my new office in order.  Maybe another time.”  Her squirrel scowled; she shouldn’t have said that.  She should have just said no.  Now he’d probably ask her out again.
    Robbie was disappointed, but he tried to shrug it off.  “Yeah, no problem, so I guess I’ll see you around.”
    “Yeah, night, Robbie.”
    He waved and disappeared.  Great .  Stupid director, what was he thinking?  He was alienating her from the rest of the department.  And for what?  Some dumb sense of guilt because he kissed her.  The kiss didn’t mean anything to him – she got it!  No big deal!  But did he really have to rub it in her face by giving her a promotion?  How dare he?  How dare he do this to her?  Maybe she wasn’t thinking logically, but she was just so damned steamed.  How dare he kiss her and not feel the same way about the kiss as she did?  How dare he ignore her all day?!  How dare he be married? added her animal.
    That’s it.  Enough was enough.
    Jessie strode down the corridor to his office.  He was there; she could see the light under his door.  She considered waiting and knocking but… no, she was going to march right on in there and give him a piece of her mind.  Which is what she did.  Well, partly.
    She walked in, planted her fists on her hips and said, “How dare… ah…”
    Gerry was standing in front of his desk, shirtless.  Cohesive thoughts fled her for the moment.  He turned to look at her and a grimace flashed across his face.  Her squirrel whimpered as she took in the cuts and bruises all over his body.  A deliciously taut and ripped body it must be noted .
    “What the hell happened to you?” she breathed.
    One side of his mouth curled up.  “I jumped out of a window.”
    Her heart clenched as the thought of him dying gripped her.  “Jeez, I was disappointed too when they ran out of tacos in the cafeteria but killing yourself seems a little drastic.”  She laughed nervously. 
    He chuckled but gasped.  “Don’t make me laugh.”
    He swiped some cotton pad over some cuts on his torso.
    Jessie shook her head.  “You’re doing that all wrong.”  She strode forward and grasped the cotton out of his hands and gently pushed him down to perch on the edge of his desk.  Her nose wrinkled as she gave the cotton pad an experimental sniff.  “What is this?”
    Gerry passed her a bottle.  “Iodine.”
    “Iodine?  Really?  Have we gone back in time?”
    He tried to shrug and then thought better of it.  “It was all I could find in Norma’s desk.”
    “Yeah, she strikes me as the merciless type when it comes to injuries.  Shouldn’t you be in the hospital?”
    He held his breath as she carefully dabbed at

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