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I was so taken by surprise that my head whipped around and my glasses fell to the floor with a loud thud. My heart started to beat faster when I noticed the burgundy blur kneeling down. Since I coul

r step back. -Detective? - The royal detective asked. "Obviously not," I said as I took another step back. Clark, who had remained quiet and who I hoped would be the voice of reason, watched me. For the first time tonight, our eyes met. His dark blue eyes stared at me for a few seconds before sliding down and up my body. Sweet baby Jesus, I felt parts of me that had nothing to do with tingling... tingling. I certainly wasn't sixteen anymore. Unfortunately, I was not as talented as my sister in our possessions. My breasts were smaller but perky, and my waist was small, but I liked to think I was lucky in the butt department. - Are you with the feds? - Clark finally asked in a sarcastic tone. I was going to say yes just to spite them, but Clark raised an eyebrow daring me to do it, and I didn't want to find out what would happen if I did. My shoulders slumped. I needed to wrap this up and go home. - No. - So you're done investigating Gilbert Callahan. I opened my mouth at the sudden anger I felt, but closed it again. It was safe to say that I didn't like anyone telling me what I could or couldn't do – especially a man. - I'm a journalist. Investigating people is what I do," I spat. - You can write your little newspaper without following the mayor. Oh, he didn't just say that. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh no, that wasn't happening. My hands went to my hips. "You just pissed her off," Detective Dex muttered. - I don't tell you how to do your job, and you don't tell me how to do mine. - When it causes concern for your safety, I do. - You're so much cuter when there are no words coming out of your mouth. Oh, fuck. I didn't just say it out loud. My curse-free streak was going so well before tonight. Lucas would be so disappointed in me. Judging by the giggles coming from the detective, I knew I had said it out loud. The show must go on. - This is not a hobby. It's my job and I will continue to do my job as I see fit. With that, Clark smiled. And that smile didn't make me flinch, but instead made me want to run away as fast as I could. Chapter Three It turns out I could be told what to do. In exchange for letting this thing go, I was told that no charges would be brought against me. Who knew that causing a riot in a bar would have heavy consequences? I was furious, but I would find out all this later. I refused to talk to Clark, and since Prescott wasn