Page 14 of Missing Justice
“Is he?”
Matt’s expression darkened. The smile fell off his face. “You are really something, Taylor.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Another step back. “Maybe you should request a copy of Felicity’s dental records from her dentist. I’ll send you the phone number and you can contact him yourself. Should only take a day or two.”
She tapped her foot, reeling in her exasperation. He was all flippant, flirty, and downright annoying until she poked at the heart of the matter. “Matt, come on. We both want to wrap up this case quickly and give everyone involved closure, especially your client.”
“Nice play, Agent, but this teamwork speech is going nowhere.” He scooted around her and headed down the steps, ignoring her plea for him to stop.
“How’s your plan about not sharing cases working out now, slick?” he called over his shoulder as he crossed the drive to his car.
Steaming, Taylor let him get in the Mustang and nearly drive away before she swallowed her ego and flagged him down. If he’d investigated Felicity’s disappearance, he might have fresh insight for her. She needed to get in his good graces.
She wanted to get back in his bed.
Stupid,stupid, stupid.
But sometimes a girl needed an orgasm of epic proportions and Mad Dog Stephens could deliver on that front, many, many times a night.
Passing that up would be a real crime.
She hustled down the steps and walked over to his car as he rolled down the passenger window. “Ready to play nice, sweetheart?”
Did she have a choice? “I need a ride.”
The look on his face told her he knew that and liked having her at his mercy. “So you need a ride, coffee,andFelicity’s dental records. What do I get in exchange?”
Another wolfish grin. God help her.
She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. “I put my contact information in your phone, Mr. PI. If you really think the only reason I did that was to get those dental records, then you better go back to being a beat cop.”
With a smug smile on his face, he shifted from park and jetted out of the driveway.
* * *
Matt hooked the left off the Senator’s street and headed back toward DC. His stomach rumbled leading him to believe it might just be lunchtime. He glanced at his watch as he drove. 12:30 on the nose. Lunchtime. His body ran like clockwork.
He stopped at a traffic light, glanced over at Taylor and found her running her hand along the seam of her seat. He’d just had the leather stitched and if it popped again, someone was gonna get an ass-whooping.
“Did that seam open?”
She looked up at him with those sultry green eyes that he’d spent hours refusing to get enough of and the air in the car evaporated. Just gone. This woman. From the first time he’d seen her, she’d been doing that to him. Kicking him in the chest and stealing his oxygen. Now, after their slamming night together, he wanted her. All of her.
And he’d have her.
Yep, yep, yep.
He just had to convince her.
“I’m hungry,” he said. “You? I’ll buy lunch.”
If Matt’s memory served, they were only a few blocks from that great food truck he’d accidentally discovered after getting lost on his way to the senator’s that first time.
“Eat later,” Taylor said. “I have work to do.”
“Listen, sweetcheeks. You need to keep your strength up. You had a long night. Besides, you’re gonna love this place. It’s grilled cheese on steroids. Every kind you can imagine. Last time, I had the one with bacon and the homemade guac. A-mazing.”
