He’d had his Achilles tendon surgically repaired the day they’d arrested Grundy. He’d made Izzy tell Chief Tyson what she’d done while he was in pre-op, so the guy hopefully wouldn’t haul her off to jail before Frazer spoke to the DA. Tyson had agreed, and Frazer had been carted off unconscious. He’d taken two weeks off work, citing injury, but really needing to spend quality time with the woman he’d so unexpectedly fallen for.In those two weeks he hadn’t discovered anything about her to make him change his mind.He’d been back at the BAU for the last two weeks because his agents needed him. Even though he’d spoken to Izzy on the phone every day, he’d still gone crazy from being unable to touch her.“Hey, stranger!” Kit ran over and hugged him when he reached the sand. “Miss me?” She rose up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.“Depends.” He eyed her narrowly. “Done anything I need to know about in a professional capacity?”A dimple formed in her cheek, and she shook her head.
