Page 15 of Been There Dragon That
“Sheriff called in and asked if you could be sure to keep your radio on tonight.”
“Of course. Is he coming back to the office?”
She shook her head. “He already headed out for the day. Oh, and Henrietta said the woman renting the Florence place arrived.”
Rath’s eyebrows raised, but he kept silent.
“She’s Florence’s daughter and said her name was Rylee. She said the girl seemed shy, but she had purple hair, so she can’t really be that shy. People don’t dye their hair purple unless they want attention, don’t you think, Deputy?”
Purple hair.There couldn’t be two women in Mystery with purple hair. Rylee had to be his mate’s name.
Wrath stood and walked over to Patsy’s desk. “It’s not our place to judge why someone chooses to dye their hair. Don’t stay too late, Ms. Lewis. Remember the storm is coming.”
“Let me know if you see her.”
“I’ll not be spying on anyone in Mystery for you, Ms. Lewis. I’ll leave the town gossip to you and Ms. Jenkins and the knitting circle grandmothers.” He tipped his hat and tried to hide the elation he felt lighting up everything inside him.
He knew where his mate lived.
He didn’t have a reason to march up to her door and introduce himself, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t casually patrol her neighborhood and watch for an opportunity.
“You know you can call me Patsy.”
“Perhaps in time. Have a good evening, Ms. Lewis.”
“Night, Deputy.”
* * *
Wrath droveand parked the squad vehicle across the street from the Florence home. The curtains were closed. The vehicle she’d been driving earlier today wasn’t in view. But it was likely parked in the garage.
The house was large, picturesque, and a likely target for the thieves hitting up places around town. The big picture-frame windows on the bottom floor allowed anyone to look right inside. She was vulnerable here by herself, and it made a knot form in the bottom of his stomach.
He focused on the house and allowed his dragon to come forward. His vision changed, and he looked for a heat signature.
He found her upstairs. She was standing, and her hands were in her hair. He watched a few seconds longer.
Heat signatures weren’t clearly defined, but he knew she was in the shower and the image of her wet and naked body seared into his mind permanently.
Desire burned deep in his chest. Raw. Animal. Need.
It took every ounce of willpower not to get out of the squad car and go straight to her door.
He wanted nothing more than to walk over to her house. Pull her from her shower. Worship her naked body. And make her scream his name as she came on his mouth.
His hand went to the handle of the door. He could knock on the door and welcome her to town. That was acceptable in human social circles, right?
He needed to talk to her, see her, touch her.
The radio in his car crackled to life. “Deputy Di’Lasha?” It wasn’t Mrs. Lewis’s voice. Rachel had taken over for dispatch for the night shift.
“Here, Rachel.” He spoke clearly, attempting not to growl the words.
“There’s been another break-in, Wrath. 453 Tree Line. The owner, Mr. Berkley was shot, but it was only a graze on his arm. He said he got a round off and is pretty sure he clipped one of the guys before they got back in a black SUV.”
Fuck.“Tell them I’ll be there in ten. Did you already call Connie?”
“Yes, sir. She and Aarav are en route as well.”
