Page 29 of Fated with my Ex's Brother

?Oow; ’ow didnWt I catch on to this earlier,? I say with a big smile.

?Are you going to tell meL Ehe suspense is killing me,? Isabel frowns.

?3ook at the timeline, Isabel2 the recording was made before the lady had been pronounced dead. Ehis colleague of hers kept using WwasW to describe herpast tense,? I explain.

? ast tense; 3ike she knew already that her colleague was dead;? ’er face brightens up at the revelation of this.

?Dxactly;? I state.

?Fut thatWs not enough reason,? IsabelWs excitement drops.

?It seems like it, but thatWs not all. 3ook at this statement.? I open one of the 'les on the table. She worked in lab ’9, closest to ’", where the lady was murdered. If anything, this is enough evidence to bring her in for questioning.?

?So, we did itL? she looks at me with a wide smile.

?Xes, we did,? I respond, chuckling as I straighten up.

?Xes;? Oith the excitement, she jumps up and lands in my embrace.

Oh boy!

I wrap my arms around her as I sniU her heavenly scent, which is intoxicating. I hold on to her because I cannot let go. She is so warm. She feels like home. She stays in my arms for a while. 6eluctantly, I break away from the embrace as I stare into her eyes. She doesnWt take hers away from me. Tor the 'rst time, I see how dilated her pupils are, and I know she feels what I feel, too. She bites her lower lips. She has never looked sexier than at this moment. I want to kiss those lips so badly.

Do it!

I lean in in an attempt to kiss her. I see her swallow hard like shezs nervous, but she closes her eyes, expecting my lips against hers.

This is my moment!

Farely reaching an inch to her lips, the archives door comes %ying open.

Shit;

Oe detach from each other quickly as we turn to face the door.

It is the chief.

?Ohat are you folks still doing down hereL I thought youWd gone home,? he looks at us suspiciously.

?Any progress on the caseL? he asks.

?Xes, sir, I think weWve found our culprit,? I say, smiling.

?Good job, Nick; Good job, both of you,? he commends with a huge smile. ?Now get out of here. ItWs late. OeWll pick it up tomorrow, he says, nodding at us. ?Goodnight.? ’e turns and takes his leave.

?Goodnight, sir,? I reply.

Thanks for ruining our moment.

I turn to look at Isabel2 she is already packing up the scattered table.

?3et me help with that,? I say.

She continues to pack without replying or looking at me. I join her, rearranging all the boxes, staring at her occasionally. Ehe atmosphere seems tense, and I donWt know why.

I thought she wanted the kiss, too.

Should I say something about it?

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