Free Bloody Broken (A Bloody Series Book #2) by Emily Barker Page B

yours,” he said in a deep voice and she shivered. She backed out of his hold and walked to the window overlooking the street far below.
        “So, Adam, what exactly is going on with us? Is this a thing, or was last night a fluke?” She had to know.
        “I was hoping that maybe after this mission is settled, we could…” A pause. “I don’t know, go steady?” He looked so cute, unsure of her answer. She was going to say something smartass to freak him out, but then there was a knock at the door. “Oh shit! Get down behind the couch!” He whispered.
        “What?” She asked, and he gestured wildly for her to get down. So she crouched down behind the couch while he opened the door. This was ridiculous.
        “Yeah, Dom, what is it?” Adam said to whoever was at the door.
        “Can I come in? I think I figured out some of what Pauly was talking about last night,” a man said. He had a light Caribbean accent.
        “Didn’t you write up a report like I asked?” Adam asked him.
        “When did you tell me that? And why the hell would I? I’m right down the hall. Like I was saying, he rambled most of the night, but I managed to…” He trailed off.
        “What?” Adam asked.
        “You had a girl in here last night,” Dom said.
        “I did not,” Adam said, and she held in a snort.
        “Yes, you clearly did. I can’t believe you, Adam. Can’t you keep it in your pants for one day? I mean, it’s one thing to sleep around while we’re in New York, but to pull that shit while we’re on a case! Christ man!” She had to dig her nails into the palms of her hands to keep from jumping up and asking what the hell he meant by all that.
        “Where are you getting your evidence of this supposed interlude?” Adam asked him.
        “Buttons on the floor by the couch, the smell of steak and potatoes, women’s underwear hanging from the lamp in the corner…” Damn it. She'd looked for those earlier and couldn’t find them. Now Adam knew she wasn’t wearing anything.
        “Good investigative eye. But there are reasonable explanations for all of that.”
        “Uh huh, you eating food and cross dressing now?”
        “Look, I swear on Stellan’s life, I didn’t have a girl in here last night.” And then Matt's cell phone went off in her pocket. She grimaced and fumbled around to silence it.
        “I hope that was Stellan calling to say he’s on his way to the infirmary,” Dom said. She knew the damage was done so she stood up and waved to Dom. He was a good looking, light skinned black man with beautiful green eyes. He didn’t look happy.
        “She’s clearly a full grown woman, Dom.” Adam gestured to her.
        “Hi, we haven’t met yet. I’m Vic.” She walked up to Dom, hand out for him to shake.
        “Vic Brown?” He asked.
        “Mmhmm.” She still had her hand out.
        “You slept with the lead suspect in a terrorist case?” Dom asked Adam. He had his eyes closed and he was pinching the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. Vamps didn’t get headaches, did they? She put her hand down.
        “Let me explain, Dom.” Adam tried, but Don threw up a hand silencing him.
        “This is beyond your usual pranks, Adam. I can’t believe you. Any pretty face.” He turned to leave.
       “Dominic, wait. It’s not like that.” Adam called.
        “If you think I’m not reporting your ass to the King, you’re sourly mistaken.” Dom pointed at Adam as he walked away.
        “Shit! I have to go take care of this,” Adam implored.
        “Yes, of course. I’m going to hop in the shower. You go explain to him what’s going on,” she said.
        “Shower you say?” He leered. She pushed him out the door.
        “Go. Fix this.” She shoved him until he started walking down the hallway towards Dominic’s room. “We’ll talk about the 'Any pretty face' comment later.” She