“Before you get any ideas—” he paused to double-check that she wasn’t a trigger-happy detective “—can I put my hands down now?”
“No. In fact, up against the tree. Hands where I can see ’em,” she said, using that authoritative law enforcement voice he was all too familiar with, considering his cousin was the sheriff of Broward County. Experience had taught him not to argue with that voice and he couldn’t deny that he had been crawling around in the bushes at a crime scene. He’d known getting caught would be a possibility, even though he thought he’d checked out the area well enough before dropping down on all fours.
“Okay.” He kept his hands high as he walked toward the nearest tree trunk. “Let’s take it easy. I’m not the guy you’re looking for, so there’s no need to get hysterical.”
Detective Cordon issued a grunt sound.
For a split second he thought she might have been involved in a sting operation. The detective matched the basic description of the woman who’d been attacked at this very spot last night.
He glanced around for any signs of a stakeout. But then, wouldn’t another officer have made him or herself known by now?
“Do you mind telling me what you’re doing here?” he asked, figuring it couldn’t hurt.
“Right now? I’m patting you down,” she countered. Her voice had a throaty note and he detected the shift in tone the moment she put her hands on him—hands that sent inappropriate sensations firing from each point of contact.
In this cold, and the temperature had dropped twenty degrees in the last fifteen minutes, he should have been shivering. Warmth shot through him and it had everything to do with the electricity coming from the detective’s touch.
“I’d noticed.” She’d figure it out but he decided to add, “I’m not packing heat and I don’t have any other weapons.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He’d expected her response to be something to that effect.
As she resumed patting him down, more annoying sensations fired up. They had no business in this situation so he ignored them.
“Turn around,” she stated, using that cop voice again.
This also wasn’t the time to notice the perfume she wore as he wheeled around to face her. At least, he guessed it was cologne. He’d never smelled anything like it before. If he were pressed for a description, he might have said it was like walking in the meadow after a cool spring shower with the first rays of sun hitting the land, waking the flowers.
Deacon mentally shook off the head trip.
“Keep your hands where I can see ’em.” She studied him. Their gazes held for a second longer than courtesy dictated. A blush crawled across her cheeks and it was damn sexy when her cheeks flamed.
Way to stay focused.
Finished with the weapons check, she took a step back. “You’re cleared.”
“Like I already told you.” Deacon wanted this over with so he could get back to searching the area.
“This is the scene of a murder investigation.” The detective almost leveled him with her stare, which took some doing with someone as hardened as him.
“Why are you really here?”
Copyright © 2019 by Barb Han
ISBN-13: 9781488046230
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