Page 133 of Broken
He chuffed out a laugh. “He’s the one who riledme, andyou’renot going anywhere.”
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Prescott
Jack easedonto the floor across the room from him. If she’d been any farther away, she’d be in the kitchen. While they’d been working together, he had to force himself to concentrate. She smelled so damn good. A mix of coconut and her own baseline scent. She was an unassuming woman he found both intoxicating and addictive.
He was tired, but energized. Being on call with Ethan was something he was getting used to, but being around Jack was all adrenaline.
He rolled the ball to her and Loki bounded after it, then she rolled it back to him. The game of keep-away was fun until Loki started barking. He got the ball out of necessity. If Ethan woke, their adult party for two—that he was determined to launch—would never get off the ground.
Despite his aching balls, he would keep his promise and take good care of her. At least one of them would be satisfied.
“I ruled out the three current Ops,” Prescott said breaking the silence.
“Already?” She ran her fingers through her hair and his gaze jumped to her breasts as they lifted inside her shirt.
She bit back a smile. He was so busted.
“ALPHA Ops have tracking chips in their necks,” he explained.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s for their protection. If they’re kidnapped—which has happened—those trackers can save their lives. All three Ops were at home on the night Bert was killed. Two were home when Gloria was gunned down. The third was out of town.”
“What about pay-for-hire?”
He shook his head. “We can circle back to them, if none of the others you profiled pan out.”
Loki dropped the ball in front of Prescott. He pulled the dog into his lap.
“How ‘bout you?” She scooted closer toward him. “Do you have a tracker in your neck?”
“No. I’m a lone wolf.”
Loki hopped off him and trotted over to her. Her smile touched her eyes, and Prescott paused to soak up her beauty.
“Here comes my boy,” she said.
Loki plopped down next to her, lifted his leg, and started cleaning himself.
Prescott chuffed out a laugh.
“Thanks, Loki,” she said. “Just what I needed to see.”
“He’s showing you how comfortable he is around you,” Prescott said.
“Well, if you start lickingyourballs, I’ll know you’re about to propose.”
Again, he laughed. “If I start licking my balls, we’ve got much bigger problems on our hands.”
“There would be nowe,” she replied. “I’d be outta here in seconds.”
“All that ball licking sounds like something I’d wantyouto do.”
“Last I checked, I don’t have any balls.”
“To me, Jack. Do. That. To. Me.”
