Page 76 of Merrick

It took that to shatter his control completely and had him complying and surrendering.

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“You look like the wife of a very wealthy man. Oh wait! You are the wife of a multi-billionaire. It begs the question, why are you still slumming at our lowly precinct.” Brad grinned and skipped out of the way before she could retaliate physically.

“Some of us have work to do.”

“Just thought I would come and check in. Nice threads.” He skimmed an admiring look over the gold silk sweater and leather boots where her feet were stacked on the desk as usual as she studied her board. “I am betting your husband picked out your clothes, you’re looking very sharp.”

“Are we here to discuss fashion or murder? It seems to me that one trumps the other.”

“I can do both.” Easing her feet off the desk, he sat on the edge and stared at her board. “You smell good too, new Parisian perfume?”

Ignoring him, she rose and went to stand in front of the board. She was not going out much these days, but her excellent observation skills were an added bonus.

“What do you see here?” She gestured to the photos stacked against each other.

“A family unit. Mother, father, sons.”

“Precisely,” She frowned at the blurry photos for a minute. “Irvin here,” She pointed to the photo. “He is the weak link. He has been brought in for questioning. I…,” her voice tailed off when she saw the man leaning against the doorframe.

“It’s my cue to leave.” Brad eased off the desk and nodded to his partner’s husband. “I will let you know when the suspect is brought in.”

“Detective.” His deep voice sent shimmers all the way down to her toes. The sight of him, tall and lean, looking immaculate in his dark blue suit and black cashmere overcoat made her want tojump him. It was slightly distressing how much power the man had over her.

“Do not tell me. You were in the neighborhood.” She went behind her desk to keep from following on her desire to melt against him. She was almost fifty-three, but that did not stop her from feeling like a schoolgirl every time she sees him.

“Something like that.” Warm gray eyes held hers captive. “I had some business in the downtown area and decided to kill two birds with one stone. That’s lunch?” He nodded to the Ramen noodles on her desk.

“Yes. So?”

He smiled at the defensive tone and walked forward. “It’s not filling.” Sitting on the edge of the desk, he tugged her so that she was standing between his thighs.

“The door is open.” She hissed, turning her head away so that his mouth grazed her cheek.

“We happen to be married.” He kept a firm hold on her when she tried to wriggle free.

“I have work to do.”

“So, do I. You did not ask me what the business was, that I had to take care of.”

“I suppose it’s buying up some unfortunate company.”

He grinned at her. “Not this time. I donated to the precinct, or rather the company did.”

She gave him a suspicious look that had his smile widening.

“What sort of donation?”

“I believe you’ll find out soon enough.” As if on cue, her phone rang. “You want to get that.” He continued to hold her as shereached for the phone. It was an order from her commander to present herself in his office immediately.

“What have you done?”

“Nothing much.” Tipping her chin up, he gave her lips a bruising kiss. “I must be on my way. I love you.” His eyes darkened and he went in for a second kiss. “See you later. We have the medical association dinner this evening.”

“Great.”

He kissed away her frown and hopped off the desk. “Shall we?”

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