but he quickly collected himself. “Ms. Perry, aren’t you working on a case?” he asked deliberately.
She blinked. “A case, sir?” she asked.
“Follow-up interviews in my kidnapping court case?”
“The court case. Right.” But she didn’t leave.
Charlene was more irritated than ever. She grabbed her purse. “I see that it’s an inconvenient time for us to talk,” she told Jon. She went close to him, enveloping him in expensive perfume that made him cough. “I’ll talk to you again later, in a more … personal environment, okay?”
He cleared his throat. He wished to goodness that she’d just leave. “KK,” he said, using a gamer’s abbreviation for “okay.”
She glared at him. “Those abbreviations are silly. You play those stupid video games, too, like your brother, don’t you?” she demanded. “Well, that’s another thing you’ll have to work on. No woman is going to tolerate a man who games in every free minute!”
“Unless she’s a gamer, too,” Joceline said, smiling sweetly. “So many of us women are, these days.”
Jon gaped at her.
Charlene glared at her. “It figures,” she said curtly.
Joceline kept smiling. She stared pointedly at the other woman’s haircut. “My goodness, did your head get caught in a blender or something?”
Jon coughed enthusiastically, trying to conceal laughter.
“I’ll have you know I paid a hundred dollars for this styling cut!” Charlene raged.
Joceline held out a hand. “Please lower your voice, ma’am,” she urged. “This is a federal office. No verbal outbursts are allowed.”
Charlene glanced from one of them to the other with exasperation. “I will never come here again! I’ll see you at Cammy’s house, when you have time for civilized conversation,” she said haughtily.
Jon didn’t answer her. Joceline pointedly held the door open and smiled vacantly.
“Have a nice day,” she told the departing woman.
Charlene was muttering to herself as she reached the outer office.
Jon let out the laugh he’d been concealing. “That was rude,” he told Joceline.
She gave him a blank stare. “Was it, really?” She glanced toward the door. “Should I call her back and apologize?” she asked innocently.
“You do, and you’re really fired,” he threatened.
She shrugged. “Jobs aren’t that hard to get for a woman who knows how to type and give free video game advice,” she said. She smiled.
He waved a hand. “Go work on that brief. And what meeting do I have with an informer tonight?” he added with a frown.
“I could arrange one, if you like.”
He let out a rough laugh and went back around to sit at his desk. “Cammy’s driving me nuts with these prospective brides,” he muttered. “I don’t want to get married!” he added firmly and glared at Joceline, in the doorway.
She held out both hands. “Don’t look at me! I don’t want to get married, either. So if you were thinking of asking me,” she added outrageously, and with a haughty look, “don’t bother. My son would be devastated if we had to try to fit a third person into our Super Mario battles,” she added, naming one of the more popular games.
“No worries, there, I like military-themed games.”
“And that MMORPG you play with your brother,” she told him, referring to federal agent McKuen Kilraven.
“Massively multiplayer online role playing game,” he translated and smiled. “I never would have suspected you of being a closet gamer.”
She sighed. “Me, either,” she replied. “But Markie loves them.”
Her son. She had never married, but she’d been going out with a soldier who shipped out to the Middle East and never came back. It had surprised Jon that she’d had a child out of wedlock, when she was such a conservative, religious person. She never spoke of the child’s father, and rarely of the child. She kept her personal life as private as Jon kept his own.
JOCELINE WAS AWARE of his curiosity about her. He was dishy, she thought, staring at him unconsciously, with that long, thick black hair in a ponytail down his back and that tall, lean, elegant physique. Women found him attractive, but he was standoffish. Gossip was that he’d never had a woman in his life. Both he and his brother were arch conservatives in just about everything, and neither of them had ever been known for licentious living.
Joceline put that thought out of her mind. She knew things about him that others didn’t. In the five years she’d been with the office, watching him work in the field office’s Violent Crimes Squad, she often held her breath when he went to work on the kidnapping cases that were his specialty. He had a special interest in human trafficking, particularly of children. He was a bulldog when he was working a case. It was one of many things Joceline admired about him.
Joceline wondered what Jon thought of her morals, knowing that she had a son and no husband. Markie had been a surprise; a shock, really. He was the one beautiful thing in her world, but news of his existence had not been good news at the time. She had told everyone that his father had been a good friend, home on leave from the military, and on the outs with a longtime girlfriend who’d dumped him. Joceline had commiserated with him. They frequently went out together in a platonic way, but that night they’d both had too much to drink. That was her story. But it wasn’t quite true.
Joceline had been unsettled and uncertain about going through with the pregnancy at all. There were so many reasons why she should have ended it. But her love for the child’s father, who would never know about him, made it impossible to go to a clinic. Such a dangerous, explosive secret she kept …
“I said,” Jon repeated impatiently, “do you have the case files downloaded into my notebook computer for the court appearance?”
She blinked. “Sorry. What court appearance?”
He scowled. “The one you said I was going to be late for, the Rodriguez child abduction case. I thought it was next week.”
“It is next week,” she told him, with pursed lips.
He shook his head. “Just as well,” he replied. “Another five minutes of discussion on new hairstyles and I think I’d have gone to the window and jumped out.”
She gave him a bland look. “We’re on the first floor,” she reminded him.
“I meant, I’d have jumped out and hit the ground running,” he amended.
“Isn’t that what Detective Sergeant Rick Marquez did, when a thief stole his laptop?” she recalled, chuckling. “And he got a citation for indecent exposure because he didn’t put on any clothes when he went after the man?” She shook her head. “I understand the police department is still riding him high
