he asked, “Is this the pushy pain in the neck?”
Any trace of sleep on Nik’s end vanished instantly. “Detective Cavanaugh, how lovely to hear from you. What can I do for you?” she asked.
He heard rustling on the other end and assumed that she was getting out of bed. He instantly shut down that image and forced himself to focus on the reason he was calling. “You can wipe that smile off your face for openers.”
Nik grinned. “I’m not smiling, Detective.”
There was no way he was going to believe that. “Yeah, you are.”
“And what makes you say that?” she asked, looking for her clothes. She wasn’t the neatest person when it came to her own things.
“Because you know I’m calling you because I—” He paused as he forced himself to form the words. She deserved to know why he was calling.
“Because?” she prompted, waiting.
It took him another minute before he could get the words out without choking on them. “Because I might need your help.”
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