Page 32 of Before They Were Lovers

Johnson wore entirely too much cologne, so much that it stifled him, which was a huge turnoff.

“Hey, hey, hold on.” Johnson blocked his path. “I gotta say, it’s impressive how you took down those cartel members.”

“I wasn’t alone. There was an entire task force there, and I have a damn good partner.” Day gestured to God. “This is Godfrey. He’s—”

“Wow, I gotta say. I didn’t know you were so gorgeous, Day.” Johnson let out a low whistle as his gaze traveled down Day’s body like physical heat.

Day blinked, his smile thinning.

“Um, thanks, I think,” Day muttered.

“No, seriously.” Johnson licked his lips, his tone lowering to a deep, raspy growl. “I should’ve come around much sooner.”

Day didn’t know what the hell to say. He liked a man with confidence, but this was a bit much.

“How about you and I go out this Friday night? I’d planned on breaking in my new Genesis Sedan. So why don’t I pick you up around nine, and you take a ride with me.”

Day couldn’t believe this guy’s nerve.

“I’m sure that’ll be frowned on,DetectiveJohnson, since we work together and I’m your subordinate.”

Johnson invaded Day’s space, his hand brushing over his arm. He caught a glimpse of God’s borderline murderous expression.

“It’s fine. Trust me.” Johnson grinned slyly. “My father is the commissioner. I’ve got plenty of power behind me.”

Crash and burn. Day was officially turned off.

“I hear you’re on your way to doing great things. Me, you…imagine—”

“God and I are onourway to doing great things,” Day stressed.

“Right,” Johnson dismissed. “You and I could be a powerful duo, don’t you think? Come on, take a ride with me.”

“Thanks, but I’m really busy…maybe some other time.” Day grimaced.

Johnson hummed low and creepy, licking his full lips.

Day shifted his eyes away. “Or not.”

Johnson chuckled. “And you’re funny. I like that.”

“I’m not that funn—”

“And you got pretty eyes.” Johnson stared.

Day slowly removed his sunglasses from his breast pocket and slid them on.

God snorted.

“Oh, you like to play hard to get, huh?” Johnson inched even closer. “I low-key like that.”

Day’s gut twisted. He’d been hit on plenty, but he felt as if he were staring in a frightening episode ofHow to Catch a Predator.

Johnson inhaled. “Damn, you smell good.”

“I haven’t showered in thirty-eight hours, and I’m wearing the blood and sweat of about ten different men, so…”

“Then you wear it well.” Johnson leered.

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