have tipped her past the flash point. “When? Where? What did it say?”
“On my windshield again. I went to get a box I’d left in the car, and the note was stuck under the wiper.” Her voice rose slightly. “It says, You had your chance, bitch. Now you’ll find out what real pain is. Brian, I park in a secure garage. How is he doing this?”
Rage surge through Brian’s body, the urge to shift into feral form so strong he had to grit his teeth to exert every ounce of control. Just what he’d need…to shape shift in the middle of traffic and lope into Regan’s office.
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Way to scare the lady even more, dumbass.
“Where are you now?”
“In my office. With the door closed. I asked Lisa Jensen to take two depositions for me.
Said I had a crisis to handle. She’s a junior prosecutor on the homicide staff and is always looking for a chance to get herself noticed. And she’s good.”
“Okay,” Brian muttered. “Stay right where you are. Do not leave your office. I’ll be there right away.”
All of his wolf rage threatened to break loose, and he controlled himself forcibly. He’d known this woman less than twenty-four hours, yet in that first moment, he’d known, impossibly, she was his mate. It had worked for Luke and Sierra. He’d make it work for them, if he didn’t freak her out.
But first it was up to him to protect her. To keep her safe.
Regan heard the commotion in the outer office, a man’s voice raised then her door flew open and Brian was there. Sharon, the department secretary, hovered behind him, eyes avid with curiosity.
“I told him I needed to check with you first,” she told Regan. “Shall I call security?”
Regan stood up so quickly she almost knocked over her chair. “No, it’s all right, Sharon.
Mr. Spencer is just a little, um, aggressive.”
Aggressive or not, she’d never been so glad to see anyone in her life.
“Fine. As long as everything’s all right.” She favoured Brian with a come hither smile and managed to brush up against him as she closed the door with obvious reluctance.
Brian was around her desk and hauling her into his arms in seconds, holding her so tightly she was afraid he’d crush her ribs. But she didn’t care. The minute she felt his arms around her, the panic ebbed and her heart rate began to return to normal.
His mouth came down on hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue like a flame branding her.
He tasted her tongue, her teeth, the sensitive inner side of her lips. Finally, he eased his grip and set her slightly away from him, his eyes raking over her.
“Are you okay?” His amber eyes burned into her, and a muscle jumped in his cheek.
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“Yes.” She tried to keep her voice from shaking. “I think so, anyway. Brian, how is he getting into secure places? Is no place safe?”
“Where’s Sampson?” he demanded.
“He’s in court all morning.” Did Brian really think Greg was doing this? “I’m sorry, I just can’t see him threatening me this way. He was angry when we broke up but not enough for something like this. Anyway, I hear he’s dating someone else, although I have no idea who it is. Maybe whoever he was seeing before he and I got together.”
“When a secure facility is violated, Regan, we have to look at every suspect who has access to it. Don’t be so quick to cross him off the list.”
“God, Brian.” The thought of Greg doing something like this to her made her physically ill. She’d almost prefer it to be someone from one of her cases. She expected it from criminals.
“What about the secretary with the ‘fuck me’ sign on her?”
“Sharon?” Regan couldn’t help laughing. “She’s got a problem with every woman in this office, so she’d have to come after us all en masse.”
“She certainly let me know subtly she was available if I was interested.”
Regan shook her head. “That’s standard operating procedure with