Sizzling desire and office politics don't mix ... do they?
Forensic specialist Stevie Daniels will be day-shift supervisor. She's earned that promotion. But first, her boss has tasked her with digging up dirt on Vin Vasher, the rebellious night-shif...
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Rrrrring, rrrrring.
Stevie's face pushed deeper into the feather pillow. Her arm lifted from under the comforter to cover the ear exposed to the irritating sound of her cell phone. But by the fourth ring, curiosity got the better of her. Without fully opening her eyes, she reached for the phone sitting next to the other pillow. "Hellooo."
"Stevo! What's going on?"
Oy. Just what I don't need. Not bothering to see what time it was, she rolled onto her back. "Art, I'm sleeping, so this better be important."
"It is. But why the hell are you sleeping at...six o'clock? Man, you have got to get a life, and quick."
"I have one, thank you very much."
"You need a better one, especially if you're working around the clock again. What happened in the big bad city this time?"
Behind her closed eyelids yellow lace images moved over a black background. "I don't want to get into it."
"Well since you're awake, I need to know, you are coming Sunday for the game, right?"
"You gotta be kidding me. You woke me up for that?"
"Sure did."
Stevie rubbed her face. "I'll let you know Saturday. Right now, all I want to do is sleep before..."
Several ticks of silence passed then Art asked, "Before what?"
Fuck. She had no intention of blabbing to her righteous brother about her less than saintly assignment. "I told you, I don't want to talk about it."
"I'll find out sooner or later, so might as well tell me now."
"Let's make it later."
"Fine, but I still need to know if you're coming for the game or not."
Stevie blew out a breath. "If it will make you go away, yeah, I'm coming barring any calamities."
"Excellent."
"What are you feeding me?"
"I got a new marinade recipe for beef fajitas. Supposed to be kick-ass. Now back to you. Wear a dress. A sexy one. You do own a dress, right?"
What? Stevie sat up and opened her eyes. "Are you fucking crazy?"
"For the record, no. But my quest to find you a man, so you don't become an old maid, does make me feel a little crazy at times."
Not wanting his help or pity, she said, "Bye."
"Stevo, wait!"
Her jaw tightened. Why should she endure another one of his set-ups? God forbid if he did manage to find a man she could fall for, Art would hold it over her head until the end of time. She was better off trudging through the ocean of men herself. "You have ten seconds before I hang up."
