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I gave him a look of disbelief. “Are you ever serious about anything?”
“Rarely. Where’s the fun in that?” He jerked his head. “I’m going to go grab some tools. Be back in a couple hours.” His eyes dropped to my name tape, that said A. Zimmerman. “Abby.”
“Not even close,” I told him, biting back my grin. He wasn’t going to guess my name.
“Hmmm,” was all he said as he walked out.
I sank down into my chair. “What the hell are you thinking? Agreeing to go out with a biker? That’s not going to start you offright in this town.” But my heart was doing a little happy dance inside my chest. That wasn’t a good sign. And my panties…theyhadgone up in smoke.
I was used to the way small towns worked. Warrant coming back in a couple hours, rather than getting started right away, was par for the course. If you wanted to live rural, you gave up certain things, like access to your choice of restaurant. You got what the town had. Though Sentinel had a nice selection of places to eat. They even had a fast food burger joint.
Speed was another thing you gave up on. You were put on a list and whoever the repairman was would get to you when he got to you. No telling how they chose their jobs for the day. You just counted yourself lucky when the job got done.
I was willing to put up with Warrant for the day if it meant getting my hands on whatever Denison kept in this filing cabinet. I knew the cold cases were in there. And I did plan to take a look, but my gut told me something else was in there. And my gut never led me wrong. It was why I’d become a cop.
Sitting down at my desk, I started going through emails as I waited on Warrant to get back. I was trying to convince myself that I was restless because he was going to be annoying me all day. But I knew, deep down, I wasn’t irritated. I was excited to spend time with him.
Damn it. I was excited to see him smile again. I’d known this man for all of two minutes and for some reason he made my pulse race.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I needed to get a grip. There wasn’t time to date. And he wouldn’t be suitable even if there was. I needed to win over the hearts and minds of my new town. And I needed to keepmyheart and mind under lock and key. The last thing I should be doing is entertaining a man like Warrant.
CHAPTER 3
Warrant
“Yo! Glitch, you in here?” I stuck my head around a corner and found my target.
Glitch was head down over his keyboard, hammering away at it. Bastard was a whiz with anything technology based. Not that he couldn’t kick some ass when he needed to. Never met a geek with muscles before him, but that was Glitch.
“Glitch,” I said again once I was standing right behind him.
He turned his head and blinked at me like an owl. He hadn’t heard me before, too wrapped up in whatever he was doing.
“You busy?”
“Always,” he said, but he pushed his chair away from the desk he was sitting at. He stretched, like he’d been sitting there, hunched, for too long. He probably had. I wasn’t sure how he managed to sit in one spot, so still, for indeterminable amounts of time. I’d end up climbing the walls.
“Why does Cypher keep you locked up in the damn basement?” I asked, looking around at all the shelving units that were full of shit we used on missions. Technically, this was our armory area too. Our guns were locked behind the door to Glitch’s left.
“I asked to be down here. It keeps-” he narrowed his eyes on me. “This is why you interrupted my work?”
My brows shot up. “Do we have a mission?” I asked.
“No. It’s personal.”
“Right.” I didn’t bother to ask. Glitch wouldn’t tell me. The guy could be hacking the Pentagon right now for all I knew, or cared. “I need some security cameras.”
“Go to Walmart.”
“No,” I said, biting back a grin at his irritated stare. “I needourkind of security cameras.”
“What for?”
“Got my own mission,” I told him.
“How many?”
