Free Deadly Vision by Kris Norris Page B

when she practically drooled all over your shoes, weren’t you? And you weren’t much better. I heard you growl… twice.” Wade’s smile widened. “Besides, the girl must be spoken for when she didn’t even give me one ‘ baby come here’ smile.”
    “Maybe not every girl is lured by your charm, Junior,” countered Gil. “Or maybe she belongs to someone else,” he said, hating the sound of the words the moment they left his lips.
    “Oh, it wasn’t my charm she was preoccupied with, partner . It was your body, or didn’t you notice her physical reaction to you. Man, if my girlfriend had nipples like that, I’d never leave the damn house.”
    Another growl trembled through his body before Gil had the sense to stop it. Wade merely smiled at him. “I burned too many bridges to get her back. Besides, now isn’t the time to get distracted.”
    “Buddy. When a lady looks that fine, anytime is a good time to get…distracted.”
    Gil chuckled. “Just do us both a favour and get up to the communication’s centre. Get Jane to show you which phone she called Fallon on. It must be the key to why she’s getting the phone calls. I’ll go over to the medical examiner’s office and see if there’s anything new on our latest victim. I’ll be back in two hours to get Fallon’s cell back.”
    “I’ll have it ready, not that you’re anxious to see her again, or anything.”
    “Just figure out the connection, Wade. This might be the one lucky break that blows this case apart.”
    “Or at least ends up with Fallon blowing you,” he teased. “Either way, it’s a win-win scenario.”

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Fallon ripped down the trail, skipping over logs and dodging trees as if the bike were an extension of her body. She’d never felt so in tune with her surroundings, and almost wished today had been the race. She’d already conquered two sections of the run that normally threw her to the ground, and she was quickly edging up on the third.
    “Son of a bitch. Thinks he can waltz into my life and look at me like some victorious predator…” she skidded across some rocks, spraying a layer of mud across the path. “Well, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I give him so much as a fucking smile.”
    She barrelled forward, cursing Gil with every breath. “Who needs him to fulfil my fantasies? I can get laid any time of the week if I so desire. Who says I haven’t moved on?”
    Fallon felt the bike hit the lip of the jump and pulled up the wheel without even thinking. It shuddered through the air, dropping her several feet down the trail, nearly shaking her against a tree. She veered right, skimming the bark with her arm as she skidded to a halt. “Damn it!” She looked back up the trail. She’d never tried the drop before and was stunned she’d gone over it without even thinking. “See. I’m way out of his league,” she snapped. “He never would’ve taken that jump.”
    She pressed forward, stopping once she’d reached a clearing near the bottom of the ride. It was her favourite spot to regroup and rest before the drive home. The air was thick and cool, the promise of rain gathering in the clouds. She could feel the charge building on her skin and knew they were in for another storm. A familiar shiver danced along her spine. It’d been raining the last two times the bastard had called, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d strike again. If the storm didn’t set him off somehow?
    “Doesn’t matter. Gil still has my phone, so I won’t be the one answering it this time.”
    The words sounded promising, but a part of her refused to believe Gil would let her off that easily, not when she was connected to his case. She nodded, knowing he’d do whatever was necessary to solve the case, even if it meant being around her. “A sacrifice I’m sure,” she sneered, tossing her helmet on the ground. “As long as I’m not the only one suffering.” She forced a smile and braced her foot against a