Maya winced and pulled away. Partly because it hurt, but also because of the zap of energy she felt when Lucas touched her. It didn’t hurt, but it reminded her how this man differed from others.
“This wouldn’t have happened had you done what I asked.”
“Asked? You gave an order. I’m not a lower ranking officer who has to follow your commands.”
“I know that,” he said, walking behind the bar. Taking a clean towel, he scooped ice into it, then brought it back to Maya. “Please. Put this on the cut.”
She narrowed her gaze at him but accepted the towel and gingerly pressed it to the corner of her mouth.
“Have you seen these two before?” Lucas asked.
“No.”
He looked at the first guy, the one Maya had taken down, and crouched next to him. Searching, he pulled the wallet from the man’s back p
