Page 24 of Fierce-Colson

“I have nothing on me,” she said.

He grabbed the wand from John, waved it in front of her and it went off again.

She pushed her unbuttoned jacket back and spread it apart. “My belt maybe?”

“Could be,” he said. He was still waving it over her, it was still going off.

This was nuts. “I’m going to be late for court,” she whispered.

“You know the rules, being the DA doesn’t give you a free pass.”

The officer’s head popped up. “What?”

“This is the new DA,” Colson said. “Marly Conway.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” the officer said.

“Just doing your job.”

“That’s right,” Colson said. “And that means you need to be checked. John can do it, or me?”

“You’re joking,” she said.

The smile in his eyes said he was enjoying this.

“Afraid not. No one gets through until cleared.”

“Fine,” she said. “You. Can I take my bag?”

He reached for it, picked it up and didn’t break stride with it on his shoulder, then turned her into another room.

He shut the door. “Why don’t you take the belt off and we’ll try it again? No reason to do that out there.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled. “I’ll make sure never to wear this again.” She undid the loop, pulled it off and set it on the table, he waved the wand and it went off again.

This time closer to her chest.

She groaned.

“Got a wire in your bra?”

She blew out a breath. “Yes. It’s never set off the detector before.”

His eyes glanced over her chest. Maybe more than normal. Or could be her imagination.

She wasn’t so sure what she thought right now other than her body was on fire in more than one location.

She didn’t even know the last time she felt this wound tight before.

What had her mother said? The rest will fall into place if you find the guy who gives you all these tingles and someone you could trust and feel comfortable around.

But comfort was subjective right now because there was nothing comfortable about this situation.

“Well, we’ve got two choices. You can take your bra off. Under your shirt of course and I’ll turn my back. Or I can frisk you.”

“Now I know you’re joking,” she said, trying not to sound appalled. She was positive her face was as red as a tomato.

Damn her for wearing her new push-up bra. Because yes, it had a bigger, thicker wire, helping push up what she had.