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I closed my eyes and nodded. “Yeah, wow.”

Riding back to the apartment, I parked and figured I’d stop in the café downstairs for a cup of coffee and something sugary to help me get through the rest of the morning.

By the time I gathered my gym bag, I was almost refreshed.

When I stepped out onto the balcony at the top of my stairs to head back down to the bike, I spotted two of the Reapers sitting in an old truck across the street, watching me.

Shit. Had they been there when I’d arrived? I’d been too tired to notice. Did it matter? Double shit.

Acting like I hadn’t seen them, I climbed on my bike and went to work.

In the safety of the locker room, I pulled out my phone and sent Rayne a coded text.

“Thanks for last night. I enjoyed watching the movie The Surveillance with you.”

I hoped she’d get the clue and waited, watching my phone screen for her reply.

“It was a great movie. Next time, you can pick, I trust you can find something that will entertain us. I’ll see you at lunch.”

I smiled. Yeah. Okay, so I was falling fast for her. Her brains and wit far outshined anyone I’d met before. Plus, she was sexy as hell.

I didn’t know how I was going to get through the hours until I saw her again.

Chapter Ten

“Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.”

–Victor Hugo

Rayne

Even after two cups of coffee with three times the sugar I usually put in, my mind was still a little foggy. I doubted it was from the lack of sleep but more due to the fact that I’d had mind-melting, body-slamming, ultimate sexcapades last night.

How in the hell did one man know just what my body needed? It was like he was a freaking mind reader, a magician when it came to manifesting my deepest, darkest desires.

My body was still vibrating when I stepped into my office. Before my computer could even boot up, Sherry was there, leaning on my doorjamb.

“What?” I asked with a groan, causing her to smile.

Today’s outfit was a dark blue jumper that somehow made her look slim and fit. I knew that if I ever wore something like that, I’d probably look like an Oompa Loompa.

“I finally tracked down the two Bobbys,” she said slowly.

“Okay.” I leaned back in my chair. “Where are they?”

I had yet to talk to the two men who had made that initial call on the day of Sharon Taylor’s murder. The duo often went MIA for weeks and months in the swamp lands to hunt or fish. So it wasn’t a big concern of mine in the case. Still, it was on my list to talk to them when they did return.

I needed to know exactly what they’d heard and why in fuck they’d called it in when everyone in town knew they hated the cops. Almost as much as they hated the IRS and the Feds.

“They’re back home,” Sherry answered, her eyes narrowing as she scanned my face. “You’re glowing.”

“I’m…” I shook my head, not understanding.

Sherry smiled. “Aria told me you were flirting with someone. I couldn’t get a name out of her and something tells me I won’t get one out of you either.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “If I ever found a man that made me glow,” she nodded with her head as she sighed heavily, “I’d know he was the one.”

Wiping my hands over my face I silently agreed. “I’ll head out to see the Bobbys.” I started to get up but stopped when my computer was finally done booting up and signaled I had an email.

“Take your time. I told them you’d swing by today. They’re busy cutting up their catches,” Sherry added over her shoulder as she walked away.