CHAPTER SIX
“HEY, CONNIE.” GRAYSON sprung from the chair beside Connie’s desk when she and Winston returned to the station.
“Grayson.” A chill went through her cheek as she glanced back at Winston. “What are you doing here?”
“I brought you these.” He got the gorgeous bouquet of assorted flowers off the desk. “I tried to find some as lovely as you are but there isn’t a such flower.”
Winston rolled his eyes, groaning.
“These are beautiful.” Connie sniffed the bitter and sweet bouquet. “What’s the occasion?”
Grayson glanced at Winston, the brown in his eyes exploding against his frost-gray shirt. “You mind giving us some privacy?”
“You want privacy, leave.” Winston gestured at detectives and uniform officers going back and forth in the stuffy room. “I work here so I don’t have to accom
