Chapter Two
Of course Ramirez was waiting for me when I got home, leaning against his police cruiser with his legs crossed. I gritted my teeth, hoping he hadn’t violated any laws while zigzagging through the back streets of Phoenix. One of the perks of being a cop, I huffed to myself, biting my tongue in the process.
Ramirez smirked as he took in my sour welcome. “We hadn’t finished our discussion or our picnic, for that matter.”
“Winslow Clark makes for bad conversation, not to mention, poor digestion.” Ramirez chuckled, forcing me to c**k my head to one side. “I hardly think this is the appropriate time for your amusement, Detective.”
“I didn’t say it was.” He continued to peruse my expression, lingering on my body language before frowning. “So we’re reverting back to ‘Detective’ now
