Page 3 of Fortune's Favor

Standing, I follow him into his office, jumping slightly when I see somebody else is in here with him.

A woman. A gorgeous woman with hazel eyes and blond curls down to her waist. She looks like an old painter’s version of an angel. Ethereal and slightly unreal she’s so perfect.

Those hazel eyes lift to mine and a jolt hits my chest. My hand lifts and I rub at it, trying to push whatever the hell this is down.

I don’t do women that look like this. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been with women. Just not for awhile and maybe that’s why I’m fighting the urge to grab this woman and throw her over my shoulder, striding out of the captain’s office and out the door.

Once again, I don’t do women. Especially not good girls and this woman looks like the very definition of a good girl. Although there’s something ancient and knowing in her green and gold eyes, there’s also something innocent that should leave me cold.

Good girls are nothing but trouble. I don’t need that kind of trouble.

My eyes move to the captain and there’s something in his eyes that tells me that I need to stop thinking about the girl’s breasts and how the plump puppies would fill my hands. He looks like he would like to snap me in half right now.

I chance another look at the girl and I can’t help but wonder if the old dog has a much younger girlfriend.

He growls and points at a chair. “Sit down. Now.” Then he stalks over behind his desk and points at the other chair. “Sit down, Gypsy girl.”

Without question, the young woman slips around the desk and sits down, her eyes cutting to me and then dropping.

Then the captain starts pacing back and forth. “I need a favor from you and if you agree, I’m gonna fast-track you getting back to work in homicide.”

My brows lift. That’s where I’ve wanted to work for the last six years but he kept passing me over and saying I wasn’t ready. This has to be a huge favor if he’s willing to overlook his own worries about whether I’m ready or not. But I don’t question it at all.

“I’ll do it.”

He shoots me a glance, brows lifted. “Are you sure?”

“As sure as I can be considering that you haven’t said what you need.”

“I can’t tell you anything until you agree and then nothing that I tell you goes out of this room.” His dark eyes shoot over to the girl and she doesn’t say anything but I see the way she nods slightly.

She trusts him. But although I look, I don’t see anything that looks like heat. Neither of them looks like they’re full of passion or love.

If anything, she trusts him and he has a fatherly look to him. Like he’s trying to take care of her.

I nod my head and he says, “that’s not good enough. I need you to answer me.”

“I will do whatever this favor is that you need. Nothing leaves this room.”

“Good enough.” He goes back to pacing the room. Then he stops and puts his hands in his pockets. “So what do you know about psychics?”

My lip curls and I grunt, “I know that they’re all crooks. I’ve never met one real psychic.”

“Well, you have now.” He nods over to the girl and I groan, really wanting to drop this whole thing.

There’s no way in hell he can possibly think that this little slip of a girl is actually a real-life psychic.

I don’t know what she’s doing here but I know that whatever con she’s pulling, I’m gonna make sure that she’s outed before it’s all said and done.

I’m not letting her con the captain, no matter who she is to him.

Chapter Three

GYPSY

This guy is an ass. He doesn’t like me and I saw the way his lip curled when Jerry said that I am a psychic.

But Jerry just glares at him and then turns to smile at me. “It’s okay. He’s not as big an ass as he’s acting like.”

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