Page 4 of Rekindle My Heart

Trey nodded. “Ryan, let me know if you hear from your contact or get any more hits from the rent-a-cop sites. Erica, copy Daniels and me in on the fire incident report. CJ and Jim will keep searching for leads based on the information we got from the previous customers we arrested. And Johnson, keep an ear to the streets.”

The meeting ended and people filtered out. Erica scooped up her things and was out the door before he could set up a time to work on the reports.

Amy Larson walked up to Ryan. “So, you and Randall. What’s the story there?”

“No story.” Ryan shoved his files into his folder. Amy was always too damn perceptive.

“I call bullshit. You were all cow-eyed over her at the Community Carnival. Not to mention the night of the APD-AFD softball game.”

He shot her a mind-your-own-business look.

She grinned.

Trey walked up behind her. “Amy, you ready to go over those case files?”

“Is that code for making out in the holding cell?” Ryan asked. “You two need to control yourselves at work.”

“Very funny.” Amy elbowed him in the gut. “Trey and I are going over old cases looking for a tie to the corruption.”

“We already arrested… the dirty cop. What are you hoping to find?”

“A pattern. The site users. Something we can tie to the boss. In the beginning, their customers would have to know them or be connected in some way. It started somewhere.” Trey took Amy’s bag for her as they all exited the conference room. “Now that we suspect corruption in the fire crew, I think you and Randall should go through old case files there as well.”

Erica barely tolerated him as it was. No way she’d be thrilled over spending more time with him.

“Are you sure I should be the one to do that? I think Erica could handle it by herself. I mean, I’m working on the site chats.”

“Erica, huh?” Larson’s grin was so smug, Ryan was surprised she didn’t burst into a touchdown dance.

Heat tightened his collar. He fought the urge to loosen his button.

“I think you’re the perfect person. Time for us to get to work.” Trey slipped his arm around Amy’s shoulders, and they started down the hall.

“I think I liked it better when you two were faking your relationship.”

Larson’s laughter floated back to him.

Ryan’s gaze dropped to the ground. He took a deep breath. One mistake years ago. He wished things could have been different, but life didn’t work that way. He raised his head to find his past eyeballing him.

“Do you always do meditation in the middle of the hall?” Erica’s hands fisted on her hips. His gaze dropped to those lush curves. It may have been a decade ago, but he could still remember the feel of those hips. The way they fit to his.

“I do now. You have that effect on me.” He shot her his best panty-dropping smile.

No affect. Damn.

Ryan’s expression sobered. Time to get to business. “Anyway, why don’t we grab a huddle room, and you can show me what you got.”

Her perfectly shaped brow jetted up. “Excuse me?”

“The fire files. Remember, that’s why you’re here, correct?”

“Oh, yeah. I thought… Never mind.” Her gaze dropped to the floor, but he could still see the tinge of pink blooming on her cheeks. With her fair complexion, she never could hide anything.

He couldn’t lie, he liked the flustered look on her face. Besides, it was good to know her mind dropped to the gutter as fast as his. Not that he meant the comment that way, but…

In the six-by-six room, Erica moved her chair as far away from Ryan as physically possible in the tiny space. She pulled a laptop from her bag and booted it up.

The extra inch of breathing room did nothing to clear Ryan’s head. Her scent clouded his thoughts, and he held his breath.