Linnea glanced up without thinking and found herself caught in Gabriel Shaw's hawk-like stare.
His gaze was razor-sharp, as if trying to slice right through her and dig out whatever she was hiding.
"Captain, is there something on my face?" she asked.
Gabriel shook his head. "It's just... that driving technique in the video. It feels like I've seen it before."
For some reason, she always felt an immense pressure radiating from him, a suffocating intensity that made her skin prickle.
Facing him, Linnea steeled her gaze. "Is that so?"
Her jaw-dropping racing skills had been learned from her father back in college.
He'd once dreamed of becoming a professional racer, but duty had led him to become a cop instead.
That drift... that was his own original technique.
He'd always said, with
