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detective, I really am very busy as I’m sure you can appreciate.”
“Sure can.” Jonah bared his teeth at him and nodded amiably in agreement. “So the sooner you tell me what I want to know the sooner you can get on with your day.” He stifled a bark of laughter at the furious look on Kyle’s face and the way his cheekbones flushed with colour when his gaze caught on the mysterious photo frame from the day before. His eyes narrowed for a moment before he relaxed back in his chair.  “You had any more thoughts why you were targeted?”
Kyle stared at him, lounging in the chair like some kind of lazy big cat, and said shortly, “No. Is that all?” He couldn’t stop his eyes from darting again to the picture of Shea facing him, filled with irrational panic that Goldman would look at it and just somehow know . His fingers itched to snatch it up and stuff it in his desk drawer in darkened safety. “None whatsoever.”
“Huh.” Jonah nodded thoughtfully and leaned forward to lean his elbows on his knees and fix Kyle with an equally thoughtful stare. “Have to say that surprises me. You seemed kind of nervous yesterday.” He looked at the photo frame out of the corner of his eye and glanced back at Kyle to see him dart another worried look of his own at it. “You seem kind of nervous today too.”
“Yes, imagine that.” Kyle crossed his arms over his own – woefully slender – chest and tipped up his chin. “I can’t think why that would be, what with having a brick thrown through my window yesterday and everything.” His voice dripped with disdain as he glared down his nose at Jonah. “I can see why you made detective.”
Jonah looked taken aback at the attitude for a moment before giving a wide, blinding smile of sheer appreciation. “Something tells me that not much makes you nervous, Gerritsen.” He let his gaze drift slowly and with unmistakable heat down Kyle’s body and then back up again. “So the only thing I can think of is that I make you nervous. That what it is?”
Caught between a sudden flash of heat in his belly at the low drawl and an urge to slap the damn man’s face so hard he ended up wearing it on the back of his head, Kyle narrowed his eyes and lied, “I can think a lot of emotions you conjure up, detective, but I can assure you that nervous is not one of them.” He deliberately let his gaze drift over Jonah in a mocking parody of the heated scrutiny he’d just been subjected too. “And just to be clear, rough trade really doesn’t do it for me. I’m a little more sophisticated in my tastes.” He drew himself up to his full height and nodded towards the door. “Now, if the only reason you’re here is to abuse your position as a city employee and make a frankly pitiful pass at me then you can leave. Unlike you I actually have to put in some work to earn my living.”
Jonah ’s eyebrows shot up so far they very nearly hit his shaved hairline. “That right?” He tilted his head and studied Kyle for a moment and then nodded to himself as though reaching a decision. “That told me, huh?” Flashing a wry grin he got to his feet and brushed the seat of his tight jeans off unnecessarily. “I’ll just head out then. Go find a donut shop or something to waste some time in.”
“You do that.” Kyle refused to let himself appreciate the play of muscles under soft cotton when Jonah stretched lazily and kept the haughty, dismissive expression on his face hoping against hope that this was going to be the last he would see of the man. He couldn’t believe that the man who had contributed half his son’s genetic material was such a complete skank .  What kind of person used his position of authority to hit on the victim of a crime? He was so busy fuming and trying to ignore the annoying flicker of attraction in his gut that he completely missed the sudden easy swoop of Jonah’s hand to pluck the photo frame off his desk. “What are you doing? Give that back!”
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