CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The sun tickled his lashes, and James opened his eyes lazily, glancing then at the window with a frown. He had forgotten to pull the drapes the night before, and now, the light hurt his pupils.
Well, he was the only one to blame for that. He had been in a rush to get to his bed the previous evening and had forgotten about covering his windows.
Soft breathing reached his ears, and his heart soared. Claire had not said 'no' when he invited her to come at home with him. The young woman seemed to have forgiven him for his behaviour the other day, and James swore to himself that he would be less of a stiff from that moment on.
The Sergeant had feared that the detectives would not listen to him if he was his usual self, so he tried to emulate McNamara, which turned out a h
