What We May Be: An MMF Romantic Mystery by Layla Reyne

Author:Layla Reyne [Reyne, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781737352402
Publisher: Layla Reyne
Published: 2021-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

“What are you doing down here?”

Trevor turned his head and squinted Charlie’s direction. “Migraine.”

“Lack of sleep and too much caffeine?”

He nodded, then slowly pushed himself to seated, pleased to find the throbbing headache he’d woken up with mostly gone. “Needed the quiet and darkness down here”—he gestured around the station’s shadowed holding cell, even more so owing to that morning’s rain—“while I waited for the meds to kick in.”

She kicked off her heels outside the cell door then crossed the box on quiet feet, lowering herself next to him on the bench. “Wouldn’t the hotel or my office couch be comfier than this?” She patted the narrow strip of cold cement between them.

“Ixnay on the hotel. That whole I might murder Craig thing. Ixnay on your office as it was Grand Central yesterday.”

“Picky, picky.” She rolled her eyes and bumped a shoulder against his. “Just be glad I’m not officially locking you up for that disappearing act you pulled.”

The guilt that had been shoved aside yesterday by the twists and turns of the case, then by the twists and turns with Sean, made itself known again. He covered Charlie’s hand on the bench. “Hey, I’m sorry I worried you, and I’m sorry I put more stress on you when there’s enough already. It wasn’t intentional. I was going to call.”

She shot him a knowing side-eye. “After you got to Apex.”

“After I got to Apex.” No use lying. She had him dead to rights. Because she was a good cop and because she knew him better than anyone. “In fairness, I didn’t know another body was gonna drop. And I thought you were going to be in the interview most of the day.”

Her side-eye twinkled with humor. “Excuses, Caldwell.” They both laughed, their soft chuckles reverberating around the quiet corner of the station, and when Charlie lifted her fingers, Trevor slid his in between them.

After the roller coaster of the past three days—fuck, the past month—the simple touch, the comfortable silence, was a balm. He enjoyed the easy quiet another minute before following up on the topic of conversation he’d left open. “Speaking of, tell me how the FBI interview went this morning. You’re just back?”

She nodded. “Traffic to and from Wilmington was heavy for a Tuesday.”

“Summer vacationers.”

“Rain didn’t help either.” She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. “It was kind of like an Internal Affairs interview, retreading the details of the Salazar case. Sean warned me the interviewing agent liked his rule book and no joke, we walked through every step of that op.”

“Including what happened to Mitch and Cal?”

“He said the takedown was textbook.”

“Like we keep telling you. It wasn’t your fault.” Maybe she’d believe it now, hearing it from an impartial third party. He didn’t press, though, wanting to hear how the rest of the meeting went. “And after that part of the interview?”

“We ran through a few case sims and discussed how I would approach them. Then he explained the training process and how assignments in CID work.

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