What he did not want was for her to send some pathetic uniform cop who could barely figure out how to tuck his shirt in to bring him in for questioning a few days later. She was going to annoy him. He was well aware of that fact, but he just didn’t give a shit. He still wanted to see her. The phone-sex fiasco left him craving their next meeting far more than he’d expected.Angus had wondered if perhaps his desire would cool after getting his rocks off with her … even if only by phone. But quite the opposite, he’d been left imagining her eyes. Seeing them again. Hearing her excited and nervous heartbeat. Her smell. Inhaling the scent of her arousal. He’d have welcomed her handcuffs on his wrists if she’d of had the decency to bring them herself. Instead, it was Officer Brandt standing in front of him, requesting oh so nicely that he come to the precinct for questioning. Nothing formal, just a nice request from Boston PD.No handcuffs were required, thank God, and walking into the District E13 station in Jamaica Plain, he was damn near nervous.
