Chapter 150
INT. - 9th PRECINCT - AFTERNOON
Captain King's scowl set the mood as Gerri entered the office, Jackson on her heels. The three suits watched them enter, waited for Jackson to close the door behind him before flashing badges.
Feds, her partner was right, FBI, all three of them. Amber eyes studied her carefully and, to Gerri's relief, the initial wave of attraction she'd felt, the moment of contact, faded into the background as she reached out.
"Detective Meyers," she said, a little more gruffly than normal. He shook her offered hand, his skin warm and a little rough, hand large enough to engulf hers. Most men could only challenge her height by a few inches, but he had half a foot on her, not to mention those shoulders.
She dropped the connection of flesh and continued to shake with the other two agents while Jackson sullied the first with his skin.
Gerri really needed to find a firm grip on something that wasn't tall, dark and handsome.