She should have known he was too good to be true. He’d fed her a line and she’d swallowed it, hook, line and sinker. She was so naive. Just like she’d been with Michael. For two whole minutes in the tipi she’d thought it might all be OK. And then he’d left. And now she had no idea what was going on. Tariq was too busy furiously scrubbing the stainless steel worktop to notice her. A deep line cut between his wild eyebrows and he was holding the Brillo pad so tightly that his knuckles shone pale. Even if he was a dealer, he was a darned cute one. A part of her couldn’t believe that he was even interested in her. Maybe seducing innocent schoolgirls was a bit of a thrill. Well, after spending another hour and a half in the company of Detective Sergeant Grant and his boss, she’d picked up a few interrogation techniques and she had some questions for Tariq. Tariq straightened up and flung the Brillo pad at the worktop, cursing under his breath.
