Free Sacred Burial Grounds (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 2)) by Morgan Kelley

any day. Just that mere thought made his whole body react, and it was completely inappropriate but felt so right. Shit, he never thought he’d fall in love in seconds, and here he had.
    “Good, that just makes it easier for the tech team. They don’t have to exclude too many people when they start checking the trace evidence,” she answered, smiling down at him from her seat on the corner of her desk. “Speaking of our tech team, I want to call them in along with our anthropologist that we work with for bone identification. Is that going to be a problem Chief?” she asked, knowing that Gabe said outsiders weren’t going to be welcome.
    “Please, call me Callen. Chief sounds way too formal,” he grinned his best seductive grin. God she was beautiful.
    Elizabeth smiled back. “Then by all means, Callen, please call me Elizabeth. It’s just easier since we’ll be working closely together.”
    Callen Whitefox thanked the powers that be for that sentence alone. Then he started picturing how close they’d be working, and he forced himself to refocus and answer her question.
    “It shouldn’t be too bad, Elizabeth. The locals aren’t going to be jumping for joy, but they won’t stop your teams from doing their work. Besides with a name like Blackhawk you’ll fit right in, and chances are no one will question you.” It was all too ironic.
    Elizabeth grinned, almost wanting to tell him that probably wasn’t going to be true. “Did you take any pictures of the scene?”
    Callen Whitefox stood, and pulled out his zip drive. “I had time to upload them for you, granted the resolution isn’t FBI quality, so I apologize in advance.”
    Elizabeth hopped off her desk, taking the zip drive from his hand and smiling. “Oh, I was a sheriff in a tiny town. I completely understand the whole ‘lack of funding’ situation. Let me upload them to my laptop, and then we can start going over them together,” she smiled easily, and then motioned for him to follow her around the desk.
    Callen Whitefox stood as close to her as humanly possible without actually having contact. Man, she smelled like heaven. “So, small town sheriff now heads the FBI office out here?” he grinned down at her. “Who did you know to get this job?” he teased, trying to not think about how close she was to his body. “Are they hiring?” What he wouldn’t give to work with her daily. Her scent was driving him wild.
    “I happen to be very good friends with Gabe Rothschild. The position opened and my partner and I jumped at the chance to work together here. He was FBI, and he helped me solve a serial killer assignment in my town. The rest is history. I think you’ll like him. He’s from around here.”
    All Callen could think about was how lucky that guy was that he spent his days by her side. He completely missed the last part. Those blue eyes were hypnotic , and he wanted to taste her.
    “You’ll be meet ing him shortly. He’s picking up some files, and he’ll be joining us.” Elizabeth smiled at the chief of police, and she was thrilled how well it was all going. Maybe Gabe had been worried about nothing.
    Because of Ethan’s last name , she would be accepted, and her husband could back away from liaison duties after all.
    Technically , she was a Blackhawk now too.
    “Can’t wait,” he said absently. Callen Whitefox was too busy checking her out and leaning over her. The scent of her hair was nothing he ever smelled before in his life. It tightened everything in his body, and he could actually feel the heat crawling up his torso.
    “Okay, looks like they ’re uploading, Callen. Shall we take a look?” she asked, smiling brightly. “Let’s see what we have.”
    “Yeah let’s,” he said, as he decided he loved her eyes. In fact, suddenly he loved the FBI and everything they stood for despite the shady past with Native American relations. Now he just had to figure out how to invite her back to his place after work, and they could