Page 5 of Feral Attraction
Chapter Three
Atnearly 1:00 in the afternoon, the morgue assistant pulled out the temperature-controlled refrigerated drawer for Con after the intros and official papers.He opened the body bag.
Con didn’t touch, but he did study the dead guy.After scrutinizing every laceration and contusion, he bent forward, his nose near the jagged tear in the neck.
The skin between Con’s eyes pulled tight.He straightened, taking a breath of fresh air.Again, he leaned over and sniffed.
Interesting.
“What chemicals do you use on the bodies?”he asked.
“Germicidal soap and water.”
“May I smell the solution?”
“Sure.”
He led Con to a station and supplies, where he opened an industrial-sized plastic container and stuck it under Con’s nose.
He took a whiff.“Thanks.”
The sound of the door opening captured Con’s attention.
“What the fuck!”said the female storming toward them, her boots clicking on the concrete floor.“You should have waited for me.”
“Good luck,” whispered the assistant, scurrying off to do ...something.
The female was tall, nearly six feet, dressed in black pants and a blazer.Ankle boots with sensible heels finished off her wardrobe.Her auburn hair was pulled into a severe knot at the back of her neck.Very ...manly.The body in the clothes was anything but masculine.She was tucked in at the waist and flared at the hips.Though she tried to hide her breasts, the attempt failed.She was feminine without trying.
A growl formed in his chest, but he buried it there, not liking his response to the female.His heart skipped a beat, and his cock stirred.To his feral wolf, she was prey.
A lazy smile slid onto his face.“I’m your new partner, Conall.”
Her eyes rested on him a moment too long, widening.
He was a male accustomed to admiring stares.And he sensed her reaction.Her pulse sped up, her breathing stuttered, and her lips parted.Then, she recovered, narrowing her gaze, uncomfortable with her response to him.
“You should have waited for me.”Her eyes focused on his chest, where she again paused, her breath hitching.And her scent screamed interest.
“Why?”He’d shown up before the scheduled meeting time for a reason.He wanted time to examine the body without his new partner around.
“Because we’re partners.”
“Have you seen the DB yet?”he asked, staring at her breasts.
She hesitated and adjusted her jacket as if it could hide her abundant wealth.“Yes.”
“So you started without me.”When she glared, he added, “I was just playing catch-up.”
Exhaling loudly, she blew a wisp of hair off her face.Her fists jerked to her hips.
Apparently, Con had stepped on her lovely toes.He had feathers to smooth.
