eased by the knowledge that he didn’t seem at all aware of the awkward affection she felt for him.
Before embarrassing herself any further, Brooke turned her attention back to the anonymous bouquet. Sergeant Maggie Wheeler had been the first officer to greet Brooke that morning and introduce herself. Though tall and imposing, she’d been friendly enough. Was this another welcome-to-the-precinct gift? “Did Sergeant Wheeler say who they were from?”
“No. She just apologized for being too busy to get them to you sooner.” He must have recognized the increasing consternation of her search for a nonexistent card. “Sarge told me the delivery guy said you’d know who they were from.”
Brooke frowned. “Really?”
“Got a secret admirer I don’t know about?”
Did she? Brooke’s single chuckle lacked humor. Sparing him a quick glance that didn’t quite meet his gaze, she turned the vase from side to side and worked her bottom lip between her tongue and teeth. Thoughts of the tan pickup that had followed her all the way downtown, never leaving her rearview mirror until she’d turned into the Fourth Precinct parking lot and he drove on past, came to mind. Were the roses another unexplained coincidence? She liked a good mystery, but she preferred to read them rather than be caught up in the middle of one herself.
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