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Blake stepped from the car deciding to play it by ear.

Reid eyed him as if picking up on the vibe he was giving off. He lifted his chin to Blake’s car. “What the fuck happened?”

Blake moved towards him, making sure his gait was relaxed. “Some fucker shot at us on the way back from seeing Sally Nixon, and by seeing, I mean seeing her dead body on her kitchen floor.”

Reid shook his head. “Fuck, man, this is getting serious. Do you have any leads?”

Blake shook his head. “Not really.”

They remained silent as they walked towards the house when Reid stopped short and turned to him “We good man?”

Reid was a quick study and Blake wasn’t surprised that he was feeling the vibe Blake was throwing off. Blake angled his head to look at the man. “Where you been?”

He saw Reid’s shoulders lock, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he clenched it. “Am I a suspect?” he asked incredulously.

Blake stayed silent giving him some rope and seeing how he would react.

“You have to be fucking kidding me? I offer you my home, give you access to my family, and you think what? That I’m behind this shooting?”

Blake had to concede he did have a point. Why would the mole make himself so vulnerable? The answer was he wouldn’t unless he was playing a colossal bluff. Blake dismissed that idea. Reid loved his sisters and mom. There was no way he would drag them into anything shady.

Blake sighed and shook his head. “No, but it would have been good if we’d able to contact you.”

“I had a call from a friend who needs some help with something. I would have called but didn’t think about it to be honest. We’ve never been a team that needed to account for our every movement.” Reid was still suspicious and rightly so. Things were changing and not for the better.

“Just give me a heads up next time,” Blake said and began to walk away but stopped when Reid called his name

“You never answered my question? We good?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Blake lied again and wished he had never agreed to this. Jack should have gotten an outsider in to do this. They should not be investigating each other.

Exhaustion pulled at him, he needed to sleep and rest his aching leg but with people dying it was imperative they tie this up and soon. He entered the room he was sharing with Pax and heard the shower running. His body reacted instantly to the thought of Gracie naked with water running down her perfect silky skin.

Stripping off, he walked into the bathroom to find she was singing softly as she lifted her arms to her head and massaged the shampoo into her lush mountain of hair then rinsed it out. Her body arched against the glass was like an erotic fantasy come to life.

Wasting no more time, he opened the door a grin etched into his face as she squeaked and spun to him in surprise.

“Shit, you scared me. Don’t you know it’s bad manners to creep up on a girl?”

Blake hooked her around the waist with his arm and hauled her closer, so she was hip to toe with him his erection pressed against her belly. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as her hard nipples grazed his chest. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” His laugh echoed in the small space.

He raked his eyes over her face before allowing himself to look lower. She was perfect in every way. Even her stubborn streak was perfect. He needed to lose himself in her body and forget the shitstorm that raged outside this room. Forget about the case, her family, the mole. All of it.

“Blake?” she asked picking up on his feeling of discord. This was how he should have told her he loved her, not as a way to distract her.

“I love you so much, Gracie.” He didn’t let her respond but dipped his head taking her mouth in a possessive kiss. She immediately opened for him, her arms coming around his neck as she rubbed her body against him. He trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down her throat his hands going to the full curves of her ass. “Fucking perfection.”

“I need you, Cal.”

Blake loved it when she used his real name and he needed her as much as she needed him. He wanted to feel her skin-on-skin though, without the barrier of latex between them. He never went un-gloved but with Pax he wanted it all. He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his hip as she rubbed her pussy against his aching cock, the hot water adding the sensations he was feeling. “I’m clean, baby.”

She seemed to know instantly what he was asking. “Me too. Roz insists we get medicals every six months.”

Thank fucking Christ.