flecks ofgold. There was a small dimple near her mouth. Only one. Nothing about that odd, sexy face was balanced. âWhat youâre looking for?â
âI know youâre busy, but Iâd try not to take up too much of your time. An hour now and then.â
âAn hour?â He caught himself echoing her, and shook himself loose. âListen, I appreciateââ
âYouâre not married, are you?â
âMarried? No, butââ
âThat makes it simpler. It just came to me last night when I was getting into bed.â
God. Heâd learned to appreciate women early. And heâd learned to juggle them skillfullyâif he said so himself. He knew how to dodge, when to evade and when to sit back and enjoy. But with this one, all bets were off.
âIs this heavy?â she asked, fiddling with his harness.
âYou get used to it. Itâs just there.â
Her smile warmed, making him think of sunlight again. âPerfect,â she murmured. âIâd be willing to compensate you for your time, and your expertise.â
âYouâd beââ He wasnât certain if he was insulted or embarrassed. âHold on, babe.â
âJust think about it,â Bess said quickly. âI know itâs a lot to ask, but I have this problem with Matthew.â
A brand-new emotion snuck in under his guard, and it was as green as her eyes. âMatthew? Who the hell is Matthew?â
âWe call him Storm, actually. Lieutenant Storm Warfield, Millbrook PD.â
Now he definitely had a headache. Alex rubbed his fingers against his temple. âMillbrook?â
âThe fictional town of Millbrook, where the showâs set. Itâs supposed to be somewhere in the Midwest. Stormâs a cop. Personally, his lifeâs a mess, but professionally, heâs focused and intense and occasionally ruthless. In this new story line Iâm working on, I want to concentrate on his police work, the routine, the frustrations.â
âWait.â Heâd always been quick, but it was taking him a minute to change gears. âYou want me to help you with a story line?â
âExactly. If you could just tell me how you think, how you go about solving a case, working with the system or around it. TV cops have to work around the system quite a bit, you know. It plays better than by-the-book.â
He swore under his breath and rubbed his hands over his face. Damn it, his palms were sweaty. âYouâre a real case, McNee.â
âYou donât have to decide right now.â She was also persistent. And she wondered if he had a spare gun strapped to his calf. One of those sexy-looking little chrome jobs. Sheâd seen that ploy in several movies. Still, she thought if she asked him that, sheâd lose her edge. âIâm having a thing tonight.â As she spoke, she dug into her huge bag for her notebook. âEight oâclock until whenever. Bring a friend, if you like. Your partner, too. He seemed very sweet.â
âHeâs adorable.â
âYeah.â She ripped off the page and handed it to him. âIâd really like you to stop by.â
He took the sheet, not bothering to remind her he already had her address. âWhy?â
âWhy not?â She beamed at him again.
Before he could list the reasons, he heard his name called.
âAlexi.â
Alexi. Bess was already enchanted with the sound as she rolled thename over in her head. Different, exotic. Sexy. She was certain it suited him much more than the casual Alex.
Bess studied the woman bearing down on them. This wasnât one whoâd be lost in a crowd, she mused. She was stunning, totally self-assured and very pregnant. Beside Bess, Alex pushed off the desk and sighed.
âRachel.â
âA moment of your time, Detective,â Rachel said, flipping a glance over Bess before pinning Alex with a tawny stare. âTo