Page 8 of Her Forbidden Shifters
“Do you think they are at my sister’s by now?” I asked.
Detective Abadi busied himself with his phone. With the way his fingers furiously tapped the screen, he was less than thrilled to be stuck with me and was likely complaining about every breath I took.
I smiled.
Time to poke the bear… well, the panther rather. I smelled his animal on him. It was as if his little kitty was just begging to come out and play with the dragon.
“Do you think they have room service here?” I asked.
They didn’t. The best they probably had was a cheap continental breakfast and a couple of vending machines. It was a one-star joint at best, and even then, the one-star was iffy. Like I had said, zero stars was my vote.
As expected, Detective Abadi only glared at me.
“Not much of a talker, are you?” I asked.
More furious typing.
“You do realize that gorilla glass isn’t exactly shifter proof. You might want to take it easy on your phone,” I said.
He growled.
“Sorry. Touchy subject?” I asked.
I was riling this guy up, and I knew it. But I figured I could test his boundaries and see what limitations I had to work with. So long as we didn’t do too much damage to the place, and draw too much attention to ourselves, I was sure we would be perfectly fine.
Besides, I couldn’t help myself.
“This would go a lot better if you kept your mouth shut,” he growled out.
I chuckled and held up my hands. “Hey man, I’m just bored. I talk. I like to talk. I like to get to know people.”
“Yeah, sure,” he snapped.
His cold shoulder was starting to irritate me, and I had grown bored of the game. Now I wanted answers. “You got a first name, there detective?”
“Not one I’ll be sharing with you,” he said. “Now shut up.”
“What is your problem with me anyway?” I asked, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
“You really don’t want me to go there,” the good detective said.
“Seriously, I do,” I said.
Savvy’s partner took in a few deep breaths, swiveled in his seat to face me, and leveled his dark brown eyes on mine. “You want to hear what my problem with you is?”
I smiled and nodded.
“You. All of you. I don’t like you. I don’t like that you flaunt yourself in public. I don’t like the way you look at my partner. I don’t like the fact you exist or are even breathing the same air as me. I think you’re spoiled, rotten, no good, and if it weren’t for the fact that Savannah has some tie to you that I will never understand, I wouldn’t have joined this case.”
“That’s the stuff,” I said. “Feel better?”
“Are you stupid?” he asked.
“Quite the opposite,” I said, enjoying the fact I was getting under his skin. “But do tell me a few things. One: if you despise me so much, why take the first shift? Two: Is it within your protocol to fraternize with your coworkers?”
“You truly don’t have the slightest clue as to when to shut the fuck up, do you?” he snapped, voice raising.
“It’s a problem. I’d take a pill, but they make me all icky,” I said. “Side effects and all.”
