Paul was called out late Saturday night. He knocked on Megan’s bedroom door, letting her know where he was going before taking off. She’d been groggy and rumpled, and looked way sexier than she had a right to. He was positive seeing her like that would only serve to add content to his new and rather arousing dreams the next time his head hit the pillow.
The homicide that night was of the standard variety, and they had the suspect in custody before they’d finished going through the crime scene for evidence. Even still, it meant Paul didn’t get home until dawn. He was coming through the door when Megan appeared at the bottom of the stairs. “Are you just getting back?”
He closed the door, and locked it behind him. “Yeah.”
She yawned and stretched, raising her arms above her head and moldin
