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turned his gaze to Abbey, and Kara could see the pain reflected there. “I’m sure you did, sweetheart. Between your vigilante activities and finding a new guy to fuck every night, I don’t see how you even find time to hold down a job at your grandma’s shop.”
Abbey lifted her chin. “Don’t be so bitter, Tray. You dumped me , remember? If you want to be added into the rotation, all you need to do is ask—no, make that beg .” Her wary eyes turned seductive in a heartbeat. “Beg like a good boy and I might still be able to find some time for you later this morning.”
Tray laughed mockingly, shifting on his feet and turning his back slightly so Kara couldn’t see his burgeoning erection. But even if she hadn’t already seen it, the hurt and lust radiating from him permeated the air around her like a decaying bouquet. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart. Ever. Again. I’d rather go hungry than share my meal with another man.”
Hmmm… So he wasn’t quite over Abbey asking him for a threesome. She’d warned her friend it was a bad idea. “Tray,” Kara began, “I’m sorry I asked you here. I didn’t mean to cause more drama, but I thought we might be able to help you with your investigation, and in turn, you could let us know what you find out.”
Tray finally tore his eyes away from Abbey and turned to Kara. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to use information from you two when I have to keep my source a secret? I’ve already been investigated by internal affairs twice.”
“I get it, but we’re cleaning up the streets, Tray. Serial sexual assaults have been down since Abbey and I started doing this. That has to be worth something.”
Tray blew out a breath. “Of course it is, Kara, but you have to let us do our job. You’re convicting these people without a trial. You’re breaking the law.”
“Not exactly,” Abbey said. “I’ve never read a law that says you can’t cast a spell on someone.”
Tray’s nostrils flared. “It’s assault , Abbey. You think I didn’t notice the report of a guy downtown this morning who says he got his ass beat by a brown-haired woman and her tall, red-haired friend. Even the guys in my unit thought it sounded a lot like you and Kara. I had to tell them they were fucking crazy. But you’re the crazy ones.”
Abbey stepped up to Tray, chest out, hands on her hips, and got right in his face. “It’s not illegal to say some words over a guy’s disco stick. If he can’t get it rockin’ after that, it’s not my problem. Want me to show you how it works, stud? I promise you won’t feel a thing.”
“ Abbey ,” Kara warned. Now Abbey was just making things worse, and Kara wanted to go to bed and try to forget for a few hours what she’d seen in that alley.
Tray stepped back. “The words may not be illegal, but I’m pretty sure Kara’s boot in someone’s throat and the fact some of these men accidently get sliced could be mistaken as an attack.” His brows rose, daring her to deny it. “Still carrying that syringe?”
Kara shrugged. “It’s just herbs.”
When Abbey took another menacing step forward, Tray didn’t retreat this time but stepped forward to meet her, his chest colliding with hers. “Back off, sweetheart, before you force me to teach you respect for the law.”
A spark lit in Abbey’s eyes at the challenge, and Kara inwardly groaned, envisioning spankings and all sorts of twisted crap. Who knew what Tray and Abbey could come up with behind closed doors as they worked out their issues? Kara didn’t even want to think about it.
“Uh, Officer Oaks?” Kara ventured in her best smart-ass tone. “I have the utmost respect for the law, but you have a real psycho out there roaming the streets. If you want to work together on this, let me know. Otherwise, get the hell out.”
Tray gave Kara a long, hard stare. “I can tell you this—they’re calling our guy the SoCal Rapist.”
“The SoCal Rapist?” echoed
Abbey lifted her chin. “Don’t be so bitter, Tray. You dumped me , remember? If you want to be added into the rotation, all you need to do is ask—no, make that beg .” Her wary eyes turned seductive in a heartbeat. “Beg like a good boy and I might still be able to find some time for you later this morning.”
Tray laughed mockingly, shifting on his feet and turning his back slightly so Kara couldn’t see his burgeoning erection. But even if she hadn’t already seen it, the hurt and lust radiating from him permeated the air around her like a decaying bouquet. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart. Ever. Again. I’d rather go hungry than share my meal with another man.”
Hmmm… So he wasn’t quite over Abbey asking him for a threesome. She’d warned her friend it was a bad idea. “Tray,” Kara began, “I’m sorry I asked you here. I didn’t mean to cause more drama, but I thought we might be able to help you with your investigation, and in turn, you could let us know what you find out.”
Tray finally tore his eyes away from Abbey and turned to Kara. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to use information from you two when I have to keep my source a secret? I’ve already been investigated by internal affairs twice.”
“I get it, but we’re cleaning up the streets, Tray. Serial sexual assaults have been down since Abbey and I started doing this. That has to be worth something.”
Tray blew out a breath. “Of course it is, Kara, but you have to let us do our job. You’re convicting these people without a trial. You’re breaking the law.”
“Not exactly,” Abbey said. “I’ve never read a law that says you can’t cast a spell on someone.”
Tray’s nostrils flared. “It’s assault , Abbey. You think I didn’t notice the report of a guy downtown this morning who says he got his ass beat by a brown-haired woman and her tall, red-haired friend. Even the guys in my unit thought it sounded a lot like you and Kara. I had to tell them they were fucking crazy. But you’re the crazy ones.”
Abbey stepped up to Tray, chest out, hands on her hips, and got right in his face. “It’s not illegal to say some words over a guy’s disco stick. If he can’t get it rockin’ after that, it’s not my problem. Want me to show you how it works, stud? I promise you won’t feel a thing.”
“ Abbey ,” Kara warned. Now Abbey was just making things worse, and Kara wanted to go to bed and try to forget for a few hours what she’d seen in that alley.
Tray stepped back. “The words may not be illegal, but I’m pretty sure Kara’s boot in someone’s throat and the fact some of these men accidently get sliced could be mistaken as an attack.” His brows rose, daring her to deny it. “Still carrying that syringe?”
Kara shrugged. “It’s just herbs.”
When Abbey took another menacing step forward, Tray didn’t retreat this time but stepped forward to meet her, his chest colliding with hers. “Back off, sweetheart, before you force me to teach you respect for the law.”
A spark lit in Abbey’s eyes at the challenge, and Kara inwardly groaned, envisioning spankings and all sorts of twisted crap. Who knew what Tray and Abbey could come up with behind closed doors as they worked out their issues? Kara didn’t even want to think about it.
“Uh, Officer Oaks?” Kara ventured in her best smart-ass tone. “I have the utmost respect for the law, but you have a real psycho out there roaming the streets. If you want to work together on this, let me know. Otherwise, get the hell out.”
Tray gave Kara a long, hard stare. “I can tell you this—they’re calling our guy the SoCal Rapist.”
“The SoCal Rapist?” echoed
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