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“But I want to watch my mom yell at these guys.” Remi pouted.
“I’ll re-enact it for you later,” he promised.
She heaved a sigh. “Fine. But I want you to do the facial expressionsandthe accents,” she insisted.
“God, I love you.” Heedless of the audience, he grabbed her by the chin and kissed the hell out of her.
A few of the other officers who weren’t staring down the suits whistled their approval.
“Don’t forget to come home this time,” she said when he’d pulled away and her head stopped spinning.
“I can’t go another night without you.”
She started for the door, but Brick stopped her. “Turk? You mind walking Remi home?”
“I can get myself home,” she scoffed.
Carlos jumped up from his desk. “Sure thing,” he said.
“What did we just talk about not even five minutes ago?” Brick demanded gruffly.
“I don’t really recall. I was too busy thinking about you naked.”
“You’re evil.”
“Have fun with that hard-on, big guy,” she said, tapping him in the balls and breezing out the door with Carlos Turk on her heels.
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Special Agent Jana Brice was an ambitious pain in the ass. Her partner, Junior Agent Harold White, was just plain annoying. Fishing for a pissing contest and flashing his Department of Justice badge all over the fucking place. Brick disliked them both on sight.
Fortunately he didn’t have to play nice with them. That was up to the chief who, after the first five minutes, looked like she was going to choke on her own tongue from restraining herself.
“I’m guessing since you two showed up on my doorstep eighteen hours after my little report hit your desk that you’ve already got an investigation going,” Darlene mused.
White slouched in his chair as if he were a bored parent at a band concert. Meanwhile Brice sat ramrod straight, flat brown eyes locked on Darlene’s.
Brick was used to men’s pissing matches. The female element made the contest more subtle and more terrifying.
“We need to speak with Mrs. Vorhees as soon as possible,” Special Agent Brice announced.
Chief Ford eyed Brick for a beat. “That can be arranged. While my sergeant here makes arrangements, you can talk to me about what kind of protection you can offer my witnesses.”
There was a special territorial emphasis on the “my” that had Brick’s lips quirking. He left the office and dialed his father’s phone number.
“Brick!” Once again, William sounded delighted that his son was calling. In the background, he could hear the happy chatter of women. The normalcy of it loosened the knots in his gut. He once again marveled that in the span of less than two months, he’d gone from being a bachelor living alone to sharing his house with so many people they’d blown a fuse with too many hair dryers going at the same time.
“Dad, I’m going to be swinging by the house with a couple of federal agents. They want to talk to Camille and Remi and probably you.”
“Okay,” his father said, waiting.
“I wanted to give you a heads up in case there’s any reason why you wouldn’t want to be questioned by an agent.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Are you worried about your old man?” William asked.
“No. I’m just giving you an opportunity to not be there if there’s going to be some kind of...conflict.”
