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attention back to the stove and the pot she was stirring. “You’re back early.”
    “Mmm, hi yourself ...” he crossed the room to coo in her ear. His hands settled on the patch of bare skin between her sweatpants and vest top, his lips kissing eagerly down her neck. “Hey, you know you don’t have to do that for me, gorgeous.”
    “I kinda like cooking,” she said, trying to wiggle out of his over-enthusiastic embrace. “And starving us both didn’t seem like the best plan - Michael! It’ll burn if I don’t stir it ...”
    But, with one hand already sliding under the thin fabric of her top, he kept up his ministrations as he eased the spoon out of her fingers and shut off the heat. “So we’ll order in. I bought you something and thought I could help ... unwrap it. It’s upstairs.”
    “Michael,” she tried to sound practical, rather than flat-out exasperated. “We’ve both been at work all day – can’t we at least have dinner first?”
    “Think of the appetite we’ll work up,” he grinned, grazing his fingers over the ink on her shoulder. “Go on, baby, please?”
    And seeing no choice but to give in, she went. He watched the sway of her ass as she disappeared, checking she was gone before reaching in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulling out a tiny bottle. Keeping one eye on the door, he quickly grabbed a glass and filled it from the tap before shaking a little blue pill into his hand.
    He always had been a guy with an answer for everything.
    ***
    Depositing a couple of beers on their table, Sam slumped back down in his seat opposite Colton and heaved a sigh. He glanced back up with a little frown when he realised their body language couldn’t have been more different. While he was taking the screw-up to heart, Colton was leaning back casually in his seat as he smoked. His face was impassive as usual, especially compared with Sam’s own glum expression.
    “You ain’t bothered by this?” the sergeant demanded. “Will’s pissed as hell – thinks we’re no better than a coupla green as grass prospects. Us! ”
    But the outburst simply earned him a hard look and a shrug. “It’s bullshit.”
    “Don’t change the fact that body wasn’t even cold before the fucking cops were all over it and then straight round here. We might as well have carved our names in his forehead and propped him up outside the station! Where the hell did we go so fucking wrong?”
    Colton opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again as his gaze drifted over Sam’s head to where their president had appeared in the doorway of his office.
    “You two – get your asses in here now,” Will ordered, running a weary hand over his face.
    “Problem, boss?” Sam frowned as he stood, exchanging glances with Colton.
    “Well, at least you got that right. Just had Sinclair on the line. Reckons they got themselves a goddamn witness.”
    “What the hell ... Will, man, that ain’t fucking possible! ”
    Herding his men into the office and dropping heavily into his chair, Will held up his hands against his sergeant’s protests. “Chill the fuck out, Sam, all right? Look, I get it – this is turning into a total clusterfuck and there ain’t no way you two of all people are gonna drop us in the shit so damn spectacularly. Not even Dumb and Dumber out there could manage this,” he added, with a jerk of his head towards the window overlooking the yard where the prospects were working.
    “So what the hell?” Sam demanded, ignoring Colton’s decidedly told you so looking expression. “We being played?”
    “It’s looking like it,” the president nodded grimly. “As if we needed more trouble knocking at our door right now.”
    “So how do we handle this?” Colton finally spoke up, a spark of light in his eyes at the thought of going after whoever was fucking with him and his club.
    “For now, by the book – no arguments,” Will said firmly. “We’re totally in the dark here, so no taking chances. I