Page 34 of Deadly Secrets
“We need to pinpoint how he knew Dr. Heaton was in town and that she started consulting for us. I’m guessing the son of a bitch was hanging around the crime scene last night and saw her.”
“You think he’s law enforcement?”
“The media was converging on the place by the time Brooke left, and there were plenty of bystanders. See if you can get photos of the crowd and have Polly start scanning anyone outside of law enforcement through our system.”
“You got it.”
“And Win?”
“Yeah?”
“This guy sent a clear message to Dr. Heaton, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be gunning for the rest of us. If he knows who she is, he knows us as well. I want the entire team on high alert. Everyone needs to change their passcodes, up their personal security, and no one chases any leads without my okay and a partner backing them up.”
“Got it. How’s the doctor holding up?”
God, he was such an ass, kissing her like that when she was scared and half drunk. Once she sobered up, she would probably never speak to him again, much less work with him. Roman pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s tough, but let’s find this guy and put him behind bars. We’ll all sleep better.”
“Amen to that.”
They disconnected and Roman went through the first floor, double-checking his alarm system and making sure everything was locked up tight. Satisfied, he sucked down the untouched brandy in his glass and went to find Brooke.
She wasn’t in his bedroom, wasn’t in the adjoining bath. He found her in the guest bedroom lying on the bed with the lights out.
Her back was to the door and he couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not. She lay on top of the comforter and he itched to cover her with a blanket, but didn’t dare sneak up on her after what she’d told him.
As if she sensed his presence, she sighed heavily and spoke. “I could really use a shower. I feel…gross.”
He hoped it wasn’t from him groping her. “I’ll get you some towels. I have a Jacuzzi tub if you want to soak for a while.”
She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. “That sounds nice, but I’m so exhausted, I’d probably fall asleep in the tub and drown.”
Brooke…naked, sleepy, and wet.
His cock did a salute again.
Totally hard.
He shook his head, trying to dislodge the image of her in his tub. “I’m sorry about downstairs. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you.”
Her quiet laughter filtered through the shadowed room. “You didn’t take advantage of me, Roman. I kissed you, remember?”
“And I returned the favor. You’re vulnerable right now and I plied you with alcohol to help you relax, but I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”
“Of course, you weren’t. I’m not your type, but that brandy is awesome stuff.”
Not his type? How did she know what that was?
He walked into the room so he could see her face. Her skin was pale in the moonlight, hands gripping the edge of the bed. “I wouldn’t have kissed you back if you weren’t my type, Brooke, which by the way, I don’t have, but if I did, a beautiful brainiac like you would definitely be it.”
Her eyes widened and then she smirked. “You’re doing it again.”
“What?”
“Smoldering.”
He covered his eyes with his hands, mockingly apologetic. “I am not!”
“It’s not just your eyes. It’s your voice, your mannerisms, it’s everything.”
