The Naughty List by Donna Kauffman

Author:Donna Kauffman
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2010-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

Christie waited until she was back in her car and then she ripped open the package. When the green silk panties tumbled out—thong underwear—she wasn’t surprised.

She was turned on.

She knew just what she’d be wearing tonight for her cop.

Maybe she’d let him rip this pair off, too.

“So you’re going to meet the family, huh?” Scotty asked as they grabbed their coats at eight and got ready to head out the door.

Another day from hell. Holidays could bring out the best in people, but they could bring out the worst, too. He and Scotty had spent hours at another crime scene. A robbery gone bad. The shop owner hadn’t been the one to wind up in the body bag, though. The robber must not have expected the guy in his eighties to fight back.

He had.

Jonas yanked on his gloves. “I already know the family.” Too well, so he knew what kind of welcome he’d get when he showed up with Christie.

Because they also know me too well. Well enough to understand that he shouldn’t be with Christie. He’d always known it, too.

“Take my advice with this one,” Scotty said, his grin sliding away. “Don’t screw up.”

Jonas raised a brow.

“Seriously. This one isn’t like the others.”

Christie wasn’t like anyone else.

“We’re both gettin’ too old to spend our holidays alone.” Scotty looked out the front doors of the station. “There’s got to be more than crime scenes waiting on us. If you’re smart, you’ll take that ‘more’ that’s standing so close to you.” He inclined his head. “’Night, partner.”

A cold blast of air swept inside when Scotty left.

Jonas lifted his collar and got ready to follow his partner.

“Yo, Kirk!”

His hand hesitated in front of the doors. He glanced to the left and saw the desk sergeant waving him over. He and Carl had known each other for years.

“Hey, aren’t you friends with Daniel Tate?”

A fast nod.

“My boy Jamie is working as a security guard there.”

“I saw him the other night.” Jonas turned away from the door. There was something in Carl’s voice. “There a problem?”

“I know it’s not your beat, but, since you know the family and all”—Carl leaned over the desk—“Jamie called about an hour ago. Said there was some trouble in one of the offices.”

“What kind of trouble?” Jonas’s phone vibrated in his pocket. “Hold on, Carl.” He stepped to the side as he put the phone to his ear. “Kirk.”

“Jonas! Shit, man, I need you.” Daniel’s voice was way more tense than normal—and normal usually was tense for Daniel. “Can you come down to the company? Someone…someone broke into Christie’s office and trashed the place.”

What? Fuck. “I’m on my way.” He spun around.

“Wait!” Carl called out. “Don’t you want to know—”

“On it, Carl, thanks.” The cold air hit him in the face as he raced for his vehicle. Christie’s office. What the hell? As far as he knew, there had never been any trouble at Tate Toys.

So why was it starting now? And why was some asshole targeting Christie?

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