My breath caught at the sight of him. Even though things were strained between myself and my murder-mentor, I was still drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Patrick Mulligan’s number one rule is: Don’t get caught, but that didn’t stop me from changing my path so that it would intersect with his. After all, I reasoned, I had a legitimate reason for being there, and it was public knowledge that we knew each other from his work as a police detective. Still, when he halted in his tracks the moment he spotted me, I worried I’d made a tactical error intercepting him and I stumbled to a stop too. He glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot before he spoke. "Hi, Mags." The husky, seductive note in his voice turned my insides to mush despite the fact he’s shown no interest in leaving his wife for me. "Hi," I choked out. "Everything okay?" He’d recently been a patient at the hospital after someone tried to poison him. "Just a standard follow-up check-up. Everything’s A-OK, thanks in no small part to you." I’d been the one who had figured out the poisoner was the husband of the woman Patrick’s wife was having an affair with.
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