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called from the kitchen.  “Thought you might appreciate
a warm drink.”   Plus the living room,
when he got a really good look at it, had kind of made him uncomfortable;
something to do with all the scary wooden masks on the walls and the mantel piece
lined with statues of small men displaying ridiculously large phalluses. 
“I hope cocoa is okay?  It was all I could find. The cupboards are
practically bare.”
    Berry
froze in the kitchen doorway, watching as the Chief frowned down at the hot
drink he was stirring.  Even from across the room she could see the water
had completely failed to turn a chocolaty colour of promised goodness. 
“With the name brands you need to use three times as much,” she instructed.
    “Oh
right, thanks.”  The Chief scooped in two more large spoonfuls and kept
stirring.
    Berry
felt a flush of embarrassment, yes the cupboards were practically bare and what
was in them was invariably tasteless generic home-brands, but she couldn’t
afford to waste her money on life luxuries.   She had herself and Joanne to support.  “I’m hardly ever here to
eat.”
    “There
we go.”  Ramsey nodded down at the cup, it was as good as it was going to
get.  At least it would warm the Judge up.  “That’s an interesting
art collection you have out there.”  He turned to hand her the cocoa and
froze. 
    Bloody
hell, just what kind of silk frippery had the Judge changed in to?  It was
all perfectly respectable but his cock leapt to attention at the sight of the
silky robe clinging to soft alluring curves and the glimpse of lace he caught
under the wrap, suggesting a camisole top and matching shorts.  Where was
a shot of whiskey when he needed it?  The pale peach colour did great
things for her dusky skin, making it look warm and touchable.  His eyes
travelled upwards, noting the high colour on slightly gaunt cheeks, a small
straight nose, full, naturally red lips and those eyes of hers, a decadent rich
brown, shooting imperious - I dare you to make a stupid comment - sparks his
way.
    Then
his gaze narrowed in on her hair, gone was all the soft glossy curls, instead
she’d scraped all that glorious hair back in to a tight, almost painful
looking, bun.   Man, it must take her
about a fifty pins to tame that mane in to submission.  Ramsey blinked for
a moment… hold on, that hair?  Oh shit. He mentally flashed back to a
court room just over two and a half years ago, where he’d first caught sight of
this woman. 
    Only
then she’d been pale, her eyes flat, her hair scraped back exactly as it was
now. Dressed in dark grey business suit, she’d sat in the gallery, an older woman
clinging to her side, sobbing quietly as they waited for preliminary reading of
the charges.  He’d thought then she was the most interesting of creatures,
soft and yet at the same time her back was ram rod straight. Radiating a fierce
strength, signalling she was ready to overcome any obstacle that came her
way. 
    He’d
been captivated by the sight of her, wanted to know her story but was all too
conscious that a woman of her calibre was way out of his league.  Even
when he wasn’t undercover, dressed like biker scum; his hair falling down his
back, five days of scruff shadowing his jaw, the tattoo on his bared left arm
glaringly obvious under the harsh courtroom lights.  A woman like that
would never give the character he was playing a second look, let alone a
first.  But then suddenly her eyes shifted, clashing with his.  And
she didn’t look away. 
    They’d
stared at each other… seconds?  Minutes? Hours?  He didn’t know, but
then the court bailiff called for attention and everyone rose dutifully to
their feet.  The ice princess instantly lost from view.  His mind had
begun churning.  Who was she?  Why was she here at the initial
arraignment of the notorious Midnight Riders Motorcycle gang?
    His
focus moving to his illustrious colleagues as they shifted in their chains next
to him.