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There wasn’t even a note with the photo, so it was impossible to even try and guess what the person who sent it wanted from her.

It could have been nothing.

It could have been a badly judged joke or prank.

But Katie was definitelynotrisking anything. That was why she just had to come to the police station to get some kind of grip on things.

‘Okay, let’s get to it. My name is Detective Jenson. Cage Jenson. I’m busy here. What’s your issue?’ Cage enquired, tapping the large old watch on his wrist impatiently. ‘Young lady?’

There was something about the stern authority in Cage’s voice that made Katie tingle all over.

Yes, this was a scary situation. But that didn’t mean Cage was entirely unresponsive to hot men. And in this case,ridiculouslyhot men.

Like, hotter than the surface of the sun levels of hotness.

‘Um, I,um, well, it’s kinda like this,’ Katie spluttered, her brain not engaging into gear properly. ‘I had this photo. I mean, it’s not mine. Well, it’s of me. I mean…’

Katie gave up.

She felt humiliated and embarrassed at not being able to get her words out. Katie wasn’t great in pressurized situations. Especially ones that involved authority.

This situation was ticking every bad box.

It was at this point that Cage stepped in.

‘Okay, relax, I’ve got you,’ Cage said, placing his large hand on Katie’s slender shoulder. ‘Come with me. We’ll talk somewhere quieter. Just the two of us. How does that sound?’

Katie felt reassured.

Se also felt her heart beating.

And her tender, sensitive nipples hardened too.

Cage was built like a super-human. He looked perfectly smart, like he knew exactly what he was all about it and wasn’t afraid of dressing to his exact preference.

That was the thing with older men.

Confidenceandexperience.

It was a strong vibe.

It was something that Katie had always found attractive, a major turn-on that she couldn’t even begin to deny.

‘Okay, yeah, I’d like that,’ Katie said, cringing a little bit about how high pitched her voice went, especially in comparison to Cage’s masculine, rugged baritone voice.

Cage nodded.

There had been no sign of a smile yet. Not even close.

‘Okay, no time to waste,’ Cage said. ‘Follow me. Now.’

Katie took a seat in the sparsely furnished private interview room. It wasn’t exactly luxury, but at least the aircon was working better than it did in her stuffy apartment.

Katie felt nervous. It was strange to be in a police interview room. It looked similar to the kind Katie saw on TV and in movies…

Grey seats.

Off-white walls.

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