Jubal Graham is back on the
job after a shooter put him into a coma. Determined to have justice, Jubal is
focused on finding a killer, not a new romantic entanglement. With his
smoldering blue eyes and denim-clad swagger, Ellis Banks is a distraction Jubal
can’t afford – or ignore.
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INTRO
“I’ve got a lot of miles on me, Ellis. I feel old.”
Ellis’ gaze locked with mine. I knew that interested look, having been on the receiving end of it often enough in my life. It was nice to know I could still turn a head. He reached out and trailed his fingertips down my arm. “You want some help feeling young again, Jubal?”
I hated to disappoint him. He was a nice-looking man, and I couldn’t deny my curiosity about him. But…I rebuffed him as gently as I knew how. “Not with a co-worker, Ellis, even a handsome stud like you.”
Ellis didn’t blink. His chin lifted the slightest bit as those blue eyes saw straight through my act. A warm little glow sparked to life in my belly. I knew by the way he pressed his full, sexy lips together he knew. We stood there staring at each, the air between us sparking with a strange blue lightning. He tried, but he couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from quirking up in a little smile.
“If you change your mind, Jubal, just say so.”
I nodded. Ellis pushed off from the counter and walked towards the door. I had one more thing I had to say to him.
“Ellis?”
He stopped and turned around. “Yeah?”
“Nice ass.”
He laughed as the door closed behind him.
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EXCERPT
Ellis sat behind his desk, chin anchored in his left palm while his right index finger idly tapped the page in front of him. Lucky for me, a member of the janitorial staff busily washed the windows in my new office and I had an excuse not to go in there yet.
I had two choices. I could hide my interest in him, be the gruff senior agent, or I could let him know how strongly he had things stirring inside me. If I chose the latter, we needed to hash a few things out, namely how not to allow a mutual sexual curiosity affect the job.
Standing in the doorway, looking at him, I didn’t know which would win today. Ellis glanced up and saw me. He straightened, his chest expanding as he drew in a deep breath. I nodded and stepped into the squad room.
“Ellis. Are you on call, or just catching up?”
“I’m puzzled, mostly.”
I snorted and let the southern drawl creep into my speech. “Ain’t we all, most days?”
He almost smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching, and mimicked my accent. “I heard you hailed from Ken-tuck.”
“Yep. With a name like ‘Jubal’, where the hell did you think I was from?” I snagged the nearest chair and rolled it a bit closer to him. “What are you puzzled about?”
His gaze drilled into mine, his warm blue eyes eloquently saying he meant me. I smiled to let him know I appreciated his interest, but was careful not to show encouragement. He must have gotten the message. He flipped a folder at me. “There’s a few missing pieces here.”
I opened the folder and kept my surprise out of my voice. “This is an old case. I worked it for a while, but it went cold.”
“It ties into a new one, I just know it.”
A cold fist seized my heart. This case was potentially dangerous. I looked up at him. Ellis was running on instinct and that gut feeling that settled over you when you know what you can’t yet prove. His earnest expression begged me to believe him. I did, and I wished to heaven I could warn him off this one, but it would tip my hand.
“Keep digging, then. Trust your gut.”
“Should I trust what my gut says about you, Agent Graham?”
I closed the file and laid it back on his desk, my gaze flicking to the window washer. He was finished, putting all his supplies back in his cart. I waited until he exited to reply.
“Ellis, you and I need to get a few things straight.”
He tapped the signet ring. “That’s not your initial. The guy you were with last night?”
“No. I was with a friend last night. You were on a date.”
“So, maybe I should take you out on a date.”
“Ellis…” I froze as his fingers closed around mine, a delighted little quiver pulsing through my penis. I was intensely curious about the man, but we were in too public a place for this to continue. I pulled away. “Don’t do that here.”
“Will you go out with me, Jubal?”
Persistence was a good thing for a drug enforcement agent to have, but I wasn’t sure I liked his directed at me. I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it, either. It was certainly different to be on this side of the pursuit.
“Why did you come to my house last night?”
Ellis looked away as a flush crept up his neck. “I needed to know if your boyfriend lived with you.”
I clamped down on my temper. He was out of line, and his eyes said he knew how far. I counted to five before I responded. “He’s not my boyfriend. Don’t do it again. If he sees you dogging me, it’ll scare him.”
“Like I’m scaring you, Jubal?”
“You’re not scaring me.”
“Oh, the hell I’m not.” Ellis leaned back in his chair. “Okay. We’ll do it the old southern way. Even straights say a year is enough to mourn. You can play the reluctant widower for another two months. I’ll let you. Then you go out with me.”
“Boy, you don’t know anything about me.”
“Wrong. You were all anyone talked about when I transferred in. I took notes.”
“You’re an arrogant fucker, aren’t you?”
Ellis grinned as he stood and stretched, treating me to an eye-level display of the full, rounded bump at the base of his zipper. He looked down at me, his expression pure insolence.
“Takes one to know one, Agent Graham.”
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TANGO IN THE NIGHT
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