Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs...
"Sometimes, the smallest decisions can change your life forever." Keri Russel
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The sun wakes me with its bright rays shining through the sliver between the drapes. I yawn and stretch as Sam's arm tightens around my waist, pulling me close to him. I smile at his reflex while sleeping. I know he's still sleeping because of the purring sound of his gentle snore.
As I lay there, I remember last night when Sam asked me to walk away from this case. Sometimes, I want to walk away when a case gets complicated, but the Jerry Powell in me will never allow it. I'm more determined than ever to find out who is behind this bullshit.
It's Sunday, and Sam has the day off. We had decided to devote this day to the investigation. We know it will take a while for the forensics team to process the evidence we collected at my dad's farm. Frank asked the unit to rush it, but even rushing could take some time.
Sam stirs behind me. I take this opportunity to remove myself from under his arm and get out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Sam whines in his sexy-as-hell gruff morning voice, "I want to cuddle."
I chuckle at his adorableness. "I'm going to the bathroom then starting the coffee. Don't worry; I'll be back for cuddles till the coffee is ready."
Sam groans and rolls over. I laugh as I pull Sam's shirt from yesterday over my naked body. A few minutes later, I returned to the bedroom after completing my tasks. Sam is snoring; so much for cuddle time. I head into the bathroom to shower and ready myself for the day.
I'm plating pancakes for breakfast when Sam appears in the doorway with his boxers riding low on his hips. Damn!
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I greet him a little too enthusiastically.
"Morning," Sam grunts, unimpressed with my cheery demeanor.
I slide the cranky beast his coffee; he doesn't acknowledge me. His attention goes right to his mug. I leave him alone and continue to get breakfast ready.
Several minutes later, Sam begins to turn human again. "What happened to cuddle time?"
"Snoring happened to cuddle time," I respond with a grin.
Sam smirks and wiggles his brows with mischief. "I wouldn't have complained if you woke me up."
I laugh, "Eat!" I instruct as I push his plate toward him. "We have a busy day ahead of us."
"Yes, ma'am."
When we finish breakfast, Sam does the dishes before getting his shower while I get our computers and files organized on the table. I'm logging into my laptop when my phone buzzes. It's my dad.
"Hey, Dad. Miss me already?"
Dad chuckles, "I always miss you when you're not here, Dee."
"Awe. Who knew that you were so cheesy," I tease. "What's up?"
