Chapter 84
Mark raked a hand through his slightly messy hair as he jogged up the stone steps of the precinct. He barely noticed the usual buzz of officers coming and going or the faint hum of the dispatchers behind their desks. His mind was still half at home, back in his kitchen, where Ronnie had been pressed against him—where the sweetness of her lips and the desperate way she clung to him had nearly made him forget about the world outside. He smirked to himself but quickly dropped it when he caught sight of Commissioner Landon standing near the bullpen, arms crossed, sharp gaze locking onto him like a sniper zeroing in on a target. Mark's stomach tightened. Shit. The second he stepped fully inside, Landon jerked his head toward his office. No words, just a silent command. Mark let out a slow b
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