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specifically invited her. Luckily, she had ways of
eliciting requests. Not by Christopher, of course, she could give
the man a hard-on just by walking into a room (or so he said), but
he wouldn’t let her help. Infuriating. Not that she resented
Christopher for not inviting her. She might not be ready to admit
it, not to him at least, but lately (understatement of the year),
she was getting sick of dead people.
    She had been
working part -time for Christopher’s team
for a while now. Not her first job with law enforcement. When she
was dating her late ex-boyfriend Joshua, she had found a job at the
City Archives Department as a filing clerk-slash-research
assistant. A while ago, Christopher had her transferred to his
squad, although, for some reason, the Big guy was under the
impression she had tricked him into it.
    It had
started innocently enough, her wanting to read some newer older
case files than the ones she got to see at
Archives , and Christopher, the damn
infuriating cop of a man she was dating, had not wanted her to. To
be honest, she had not worked her three days every two weeks in a
while, a long while, so maybe the damn man was getting his way.
Maybe she should just quit.
    In her
private monastery room that Saturday night, exhausted, a little
from the Tai Chi, a lot from the Yoga, without any red wine,
without a private trainer, without Reid already asleep, she missed
Christopher. She couldn’t remember ever missing anyone, not even
Joshua, and she wasn’t sure she liked the feeling.
Infuriating.
    Normally the
Yoga place was a cell-free retreat, and with her mobile phone
addiction, she shouldn’t have brought hers, but she was rarely into
normality. Sneaking the phone into the place had not been that
hard; she wasn’t about to let anyone search her, was she?
Especially when Christopher was not around to do the
job.
    She called him at home on his
home phone.
    “ Hi, Angel,
you OK?” Concern laced his voice.
    “ Hi to you.
Why wouldn’t I be OK?” Really, I’m doing Yoga, how could I not be OK? The man was infuriating.
    She heard
the smile in his voice. “Princess, you called my place knowing I’d
be here.” Yup, she had. Not good. She really wanted to hear his
voice.
    “ It’s
Saturday night, Christopher. You could
have been out.”
    “Where?”
    “I don’t know. Out. With the
guys. Some place.”
    “ Y ou mean to the
strippers?”
    “Christopher!”
    “ Princess of
mine,” he cooed. “Where do you think I go when you take
off?”
    “I think you go on your terrace
and sulk.”
    “You wish.”
    She sighed.
He heard. “You sure you’re OK,
Angel?”
    “Just groovy.”
    “ Not good,
Pussycat, you’re only groovy when you don’t want to talk. You sure
you’re OK? Want me to come over?”
    She
laughed. “By the time you get here, it’ll
be morning.”
    “ I know. Too
bad. That’s what happens when you run off.” Damn, he was arrogant.
She wasn’t running away. She was merely, well, spending quality
time apart. “It’s a shame I’m not there to rub your back, isn’t it?
To make you feel truly groovy.” Damn him, he had his low voice
on.
    “ That’s fine, Big guy, plenty of
guys here who give back rubs.”
    “Patricia.” Warning in his
voice.
    “Oui, mon chéri ?”
    Pause. “Please don’t.”
    She started
laughing. “Don’t what? Get my back rubbed
or tease you?”
    He laughed
too. “Both, I guess. Laugh for me again.”
    “Make me laugh again.”
    “ How about I
have you moan instead?”
    “ Christopher. ” What was he
thinking, it was a two-hour flight! It was too late to arouse
her.
    “ What is it,
Princess? Don’t you want me?”
    “Not right now.”
    “ Really?”
Damn, his voice was low. Husky.
    Damn, damn
him, he was doing it to her again. Fine. She too could turn on the
heat. “ Mon
chéri , you know I’m much better at
falling asleep wired with lust than you are.”
    “Who says I’m going to
sleep?”
    “ Christopher. ”
    “ Darling,
really, I