Page 116 of Wicked Games
On her way back to her office, seething, she veered down the hall to the right.
She shoved the door open, the frame rattling on impact.
“You’re taking lead on my case,” she snapped.
Rhys leaned forward, crossing his arms on his desk. “So I heard.”
“You didn’t think to tell me?”
“I assumed you’d find out eventually.”
Her fists clenched. “I don’t want you on this.”
“Take it up with Dev.”
“I already did.”
He stood and rounded the desk, stopping right in front of her. Too close. “And?”
“He told me if I want my sister found, I’ll work with you.”
“Then,” he said softly, “it seems you’ll be workingunderme after all.”
A current sizzled between them. Hot, dangerous, and heavy with everything unspoken.
Dev wasn’t a fool. He’d earned his reputation by hiring top-notch people. He wouldn’t have paired them unless he trusted Rhys to close the case and bring her sister home. She had to trust that—even if Rhys clearly wanted nothing to do with her personally.
Her voice trembled despite her best effort. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Maddeningly cool, Rhys propped a hip on his desk, his tone quiet as he returned, “That, my dear, depends entirely on you.”
He didn’t move, didn’t look away, didn’t touch her. The air crackled. Before her mouth could betray her, she turned and walked out.
She didn’t look back. She couldn’t. Not with her pulse echoing his name. Not when she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to follow.
But damn it all, a restless part of her hoped he would.
