Five o’clock rolled around quickly. Doyle hadn’t heard from Kord but he didn’t expect to. Kord had gone out on his own but hadn’t informed Doyle about what his plans were. This was not the way police partners should work.
He heard the big undercover cop clomping up the stairs before he saw him. His gruff hello to someone on the first floor landing carried all the way to Doyle’s ears. He came to attention, all his senses on alert. As Kord climbed the steps to the second floor, Doyle watched.
His golden blond hair, his strong-jawed face, his broad shoulders—like a hero from ancient times, he rose step by step into view. Doyle could hardly stand the wait. As if he hadn’t seen Kord for several months instead of several hours. Doyle felt a familiar feeling in his groin. He knew the man was ev
