You really would go in there alone, wouldn't you? I sighed and shook my head. My mouth was over the pulse in his inner thigh. I work tonight. It was my fault, Nathaniel said, voice soft.
His hand swept back his wrinkled trench coat and suit jacket, to touch the butt of his gun on his hip. He kissed me, hard and strangely chaste, and bounced toward the door. If we hadn't both been afraid of what we'd find when we got to the scene, I would have teased him about it. Hope that Richard and I would work out, somehow.
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