Page 72 of Heat of Justice

“Thanks, babe.”

“I have to say as well, that one scene in the chopper, when you were caught in the middle of a lightning storm, made me sweat.”

“Oh yeah! I was so glad it happened when I was onboard!” Lia’s eyes sparkled in satisfaction at the memory. “That’s what I always call perfect ambiance material.”

“Were you scared?”

“No… Sam was so at ease in the cockpit that it never even occurred to me to be frightened.”

“Yeah. Wakefield is ace.”

“She is. I’m glad this comes across too.”

Quinn nodded with a teasing smile. “Plus, your hotshot had to know I’d kick her to the moon and back if she crashed with you onboard.”

“Oh...” Lia dispensed a laughing kiss at that. “Totally.”

“I guess I should book us a room in Salt Lake ahead of the next Sundance Film Festival. With work of this quality, you’re bound to be nominated again for an award.”

“I hope so. We’ll see.” Lia’s smile turned tender. “Hey, do you remember that game of basketball we had in the back during our first barbecue party here?”

“The one you lost. Yes, I do remember.”

“Still refusing to admit the truth, Lieutenant?”

“On the contrary, I recall my win very clearly.”

Lia shook her head, amused. “We haven’t had that rematch you promised me, so I could beat you again and show you who’s boss.”

“I guess we found better games.”

Saying so, Quinn sneaked a hand under her borrowed shirt to cup a firm breast in her hand and stroke her tight nipple. Lia was so sensitive. Quinn enjoyed her instant stiffening, the way she pressed herself into her. Lia took her mouth again for a long, lazy, but by no means less intense kiss.

“Maybe we should go home,” Quinn muttered.

“No.” Lia chuckled and pushed her back. “Be good. We’re staying. We need to socialize.”

“Oh? Do we?”

“Yes. And I also want to bask a little.”

“That, you thoroughly deserve. You go, I’ll be right back.”

Quinn went on to the kitchen, only to discover Cody Miller hovering in front of the pantry. Looking guilty, Quinn decided.

“What’s up, Miller?” she asked her.

“Demi sent me to get more supplies.”

“As she does, yes. I’m on beer duty myself.”

“Cool.” Miller grinned but she remained rooted in place, blocking her access.

Quinn moved a little closer.

“Am I going to have to forcibly remove you from that spot, Detective?” she inquired.

“Um, no, but I wouldn’t go in just yet, Lieutenant, if I were you,” Cody replied with twinkling eyes.

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