True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) Read Online Free

behind you was the one ; it was making her paranoid and edgy.
    “Great, I’m a creepy, paranoid kook,” she muttered, taking another sip of coffee.
    Creepy was one thing. Don’t get her wrong, Desdemona always liked creepy, and always had a fondness for the things that went bump in the night. It was just her ‘thing’ in life. It even influenced her career path in life and the way she dressed. As a child she always wanted to know what came after death. Was there more? Now she was the death doctor, and it was her job to figure out how someone came to the end of their existence.
    Desdemona laughed, as she thought about her life.The Medical Examiner who lived alone, dressed all in black and thought she was being followed.
    How the hell did she pass the FBI psych profile?
    Maybe the way she dressed was the outlet she desperately needed. In life she shrank from attention, but when it came to dressing, she enjoyed being center stage. Some called her clothing Goth, but she just thought it was fun and easier. Black was not only slimming, but easy to match to everything in a wardrobe. As for the big clunky shoes or the giant heels, they had nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with height.
    At five foot five, she had to look up at her bosses and felt like she needed to be on equal footing. Her first week working with them, she went home with a wicked crick in her neck every night and decided enough was enough. Out came the heels and she’d at least lose the munchkin status in the workplace.
    Ethan Blackhawk stood a whole foot above her and then his wife… She was a whole other story.
    The first day she met Elizabeth Blackhawk, the only thing that she could think of was ‘ holy shit the woman was intimidating’ . Everyone in the lab talked about their boss. There were plenty of warnings, some that worried her, and some that she didn’t think would affect her.
    Then she met her.
    Elizabeth walked into the lab to meet her, and she wasn’t anything that she expected. There were visions of a FBI suit, gun, black glasses and a serious attitude. Well, the toughness was there, but so were the cowboy boots, a belt buckle and an Amazon woman standing at just six feet tall.
    This was her boss? Oh boy.
    Then there was the simple fact that when she stood next to Elizabeth, she felt like the ugly duckling. Desdemona wasn’t unattractive, but she wasn’t Elizabeth Blackhawk beautiful. All the men that she dated fell for her because she was unique and cute. It was the mix of black and red hair and the green cat colored eyes. On a good day she was pretty, on a bad day Desdemona was a Goth-y mess. But her boss… Yeah, if she wasn’t intimidated by the stories she heard, then she was by how gorgeous Elizabeth was in person.
    Director Elizabeth Blackhawk seemed friendly enough, but the icy blue eyes seemed to stare right though you into your soul. As if she was measuring the person hidden beneath in some sort of silent assessment, and she was deciding if you were friend or foe. Yeah, inadequate wasn’t far from how she felt around her.
    Intimidated, nervous , and plain scared shitless . 
    In the four months Desdemona had worked with her, she tried to be friendly, but she just wasn’t good at making friends. People who stand around with their hands deep in the guts of a dead body weren’t exactly the people you wanted to hang out with. Elizabeth just seemed unapproachable. Desdemona had even asked her supervisor, if the hardness was because Elizabeth was pregnant. Maybe it was some hormonal thing that she didn’t quite understand.
    Chris Leonard laughed at that, telling her that Elizabeth Blackhawk had been known to kick ass regularly, and that pregnancy actually mellowed her out.
    So, Desdemona stopped trying to get to know the woman, and just hoped she’d stay under the radar and not do anything that would piss the bosses off.
    Ethan Blackhawk was a totally different story. Yeah, he was something. The tan skin, the dark