Stop it, Mel!

“It’ll probably only take me ten to shower and change, and another ten to drive over.”

I clear my throat, but when I speak, my words still come out ragged. “I’ll see you in twenty, then.”

“See you soon,” he says, and hangs up.

I leave my office and head for the elevator. Downstairs, I flag a cab on the street.

The entire time, I desperately try not to think about the fact that Grayson is probably naked right now. Naked and wet, in the shower.

Holy God.

I need to wipe these images and thoughts from my mind so that I have a clear head when I see him. I’m meeting him to discuss his criminal charges, and all I want to do is take off his sweaty clothes.

Chapter 10

I’m the first to arrive at the Hideout, so I order myself a latte and take a seat in a booth at the back of the shop to give us privacy. It’s a good table because I can still see the door when Grayson arrives.

I don’t have to wait long—only a few minutes. From the doorway, Grayson scans the coffee shop. His eyes land on me and he smiles.

And I feel that smile deep inside me, curling my toes.

I try to shake the feeling off, but it’s not easy when he’s walking over to me, his eyes clearly fixed on mine. Okay, so I’ll admit it now: I’m definitely attracted to Grayson Knight. But I’m also the assistant state attorney on the case, and my job is the most important thing to me.

I need to push this attraction down and ignore it.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m gonna order a coffee. You want anything else?” He nods down at my latte.

“I’m good, thanks.”

I watch as he walks over to the counter, orders his drink, and pays for it. He comes back over empty-handed. “Waitress said she’ll bring it over.”

He sits down across from me and there’s a moment of quiet. I curl my hands around my cup, unsure what to say. How to open the conversation. It’s very unlike me.

“So, you wanted to talk?” Grayson says, his voice soft.

I lift my eyes to him. “My boss wants me to up the charge against you to possession of a Section II drug with intent to supply.” I see a flicker of something in his eyes, but his expression doesn’t change. The words hang between us as the waitress comes over and puts Grayson’s coffee on the table in front of him.

He breaks his stare and looks at her. “Thank you,” he says. His eyes scan the coffee shop after the waitress has left our table.

Finally, he looks back at me. “Okay,” he says.

“Okay. That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say? The State Attorney wants you to up the charge. He’s your boss. I’m assuming you do as he says. So…okay. Thank you for telling me.”