Chapter One
Pippa sets a mug down in front of me and perches on my desk.
"Thanks." I pick it up and put it in a safer place where I don't risk knocking it off while doing my paperwork.
"So, how was your date?" she asks in a sing-song voice.
"What date?"
Her mouth falls open. "Have you two not been on a date yet?"
"If you mean me and Elias, then no, we haven't."
"But I thought he owed you home-cooking."
"He does. But there hasn't been time." I wave my arm at the huge stack of paperwork on my desk, our so-called punishment for not making any arrests at the house where Regina was being held captive.
I don't know why we're the ones being blamed when there was no one there to be arrested and everyone's reports of the situations say the same thing, but that's what's happening.
"I'm not
