Hard to Fight (Alpha's Heart, #1)(25)

I tilt my head to the side. “Victim?”

“Yeah, you could ask for his help or pretend you’re in danger. If that’s too much, you could do something as simple as follow him to a bar and act drunk, stumble about, make a scene, see if he’ll help you. Find a way back to his place with him. Anything to get him away from people. Then you call it in and let the cops ambush him. Done.”

It’s not a bad idea. In fact, I’m kicking myself I didn’t think of it earlier. I don’t need the guys to help me bring him in, I just need to take him to a place where I can hold him long enough to bring the cops to him.

“You’re a legend, Vance.”

He grins at me. “Don’t I know it.”

I go to answer but am cut off by the sounds of someone knocking. We both turn and see Don standing at the door. Vance gets up and opens it, letting him in.

“Jesus, Gracie, what happened to your eye?”

“Terry.”

His jaw ticks, he never likes us getting hurt. Unfortunately, like police officers or any officers of the law, that’s a risk we take. “You okay?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“How’s the big case going?”

“Good.”

“That’s good. I have another small one for you, if you’re up for it. Julio and Vance are full.”

“Yeah, send it over.”

“Good.” He turns to the door. “I’m out for the remainder of the week. I want progress reports from the both of you when I return.”

“On it,” we both say.

When he’s gone, I turn back to Vance. “I should go and get some work done.”

He flashes me a smile. “Meet me for lunch?”

“It’s a date.”

Turns out my day isn’t going as bad as I first thought.

*

By the end of my workday, my head is pounding again and I’m ready for bed. Lunch with Vance was great, as always. We found a Mexican shop nearby and ordered tacos, then we got ice cream on our way home. It was nice to have a break, to take a moment to think about something different. Now it’s home time. I pack up my desk with enthusiasm, thinking of my bath and how good it’ll feel to sink back into it.

I rush my good-byes as I charge out the door to my car. The entire drive home, I think about anything but Raide. I have to do my job. I have to prove myself. I can’t think about how amazing it felt to have his mouth on mine. I can’t imagine it happening again. I’ve worked most of my teenage life as well as long into my twenties for this job, I can’t let something as minor as a crush ruin that.

Raide is a bad man. I can’t forget that.

I arrive home in record time. I find a parking spot down the street and rush up to my front door, grateful to have finally made it. The next two hours are spent eating Chinese food and lounging back in a hot, soapy bath. Then the next two after that are spent talking to Kady on the phone. She’s on board with my drunken-woman-in-distress plan and thinks that this weekend is the time to do it. But I can’t proceed with an ugly black eye.

“I don’t know if I’m up for it this weekend,” I admit. “I’m so tired and it means following him to try and pinpoint his location.”

“Don’t be a slacker,” she cries. “Come on, Gracie.”

“Let’s go out Friday night, just for fun. We’ll think about him Saturday. Please, Kady?”

She sighs. “Okay, fine, you’ve got me. Come here first, and I’ll do your hair and makeup, we’ll hit Jackson’s Bar and order some dinner, then we’ll hit the clubs.”

“Sounds awesome, but I’ll do my own makeup.”

“Hey!” she snaps. “I am very good at hair and makeup.”

“Kady, honey, last time you did my makeup, I got confused for a cross-dresser.”

She giggles. “That was the chunky black boots you wore—you can’t blame me for that.”

Laughing, I lounge back into my sofa and sigh. “I need this break, but after it, I hope I can finally bring him in. I’m not sure how much more of Raide I can take.”

“Is he that intense? Tell me, tell me,” she breathes.

“He’s that intense. Did I tell you he was at my house last night?”

Silence. Then, “Say what?”

“It’s not like that. He knew where I lived and wanted to, ah—” Well, shit, I can’t tell her he wanted to see me again because we kissed. “—to see if I was okay. He saw me with Terry at a bar.” Well done, the perfect lie.

“How did he know where you lived?” she questions.

“He, ah, followed me home.”

“Oh my God, Gracie, that’s dangerous.”

I snort. “It is not. He’ll go to jail when I catch him.”

“Yeah, he will, but then he’ll get out of jail—”

“You’re thinking too much about it, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. Maybe he’s a psycho killer and he’ll want revenge.”

“He’s not a killer,” I scoff.

“Isn’t that what he’s being charged with?”

I sigh and drop my head back. “Kady, can we talk about something else?”