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like it so when you get all breathy like now.”
    “ Christopher, please.”
    “ I’d like to
listen while you mas−”
    “Christopher!”
    “ Darling of
mine, you have no idea how much I would.”
    She took a
deep breath and reminded herself that she indeed was a much better
tease than he was. He was more a take-charge kind of guy. A take
hold kind of guy. “Really, you’re a middle-aged man, how can
you?”
    “ Angel,
middle-age starts at fifty. I’ve still
got a few good years left. And with you around, I’m keeping young.
Especially with all the running.”
    Knowing he
only ran when he was preoccupied or angry, she asked playfully,
“Did you go running today?”
    “Nope. No running. No smoking.
Just beer and strippers with the guys.”
    “ You are not
funny. ”
    “I know. The beer wasn’t cold
enough. But the strippers, wow!”
    “Christopher!”
    “ Yes,
Darling? You know, if I heard you moan, I wouldn’t need to
alleviate.”
    “Alleviate?”
    “Jerk myself.”
    “ Christopher
James MacLaren.” The man was laughing again. “Do you really need to be so … graphic?”
    “With you, yes. You tend to be,
shall we say, imaginative with everything. I want to make sure we
understand each other.”
    “And what am I supposed to be
understanding right now?”
    “ I have a
major boner .”
    “You always have an
erection.”
    “ I haven’t
had one since I last saw you or thought of you.”
    “Good.”
    “Good?”
    “ Yes, good.
I haven’t been, ah, you know, hum, wet
since I last saw you.”
    “ Fuck,
Patricia!”
    Her turn to
laugh. “How about I listen to you, Big
guy? You are big and hard, right?”
    She heard
him groan . “Damn right I am, Princess,
but I don’t moan like you do.”
    “ You are
impossible. ”
    “ You are
impossibly sexy, even hours away. What am I going to do about
it?”
    “Nothing tonight.”
    Big
theatrical sigh at the other end. “You sure you don’t want to
jack−”
    “ Christopher, this is costing me a fortune in long
distance.” Big theatrical sigh from her end now, but then she
smiled. “Tell you what, after we hang up I’ll touch myself thinking
of you. Where do you suggest I start?”
    “ You are
killing me. Y ou know that,
right?”
    She sighed
again, longingly, and she wasn’t faking her desire. “Have a good
night, Big guy.”
    “ You too,
Darling of mine. You’re going to pay for this you know.”
    “Is that so?”
    He
laughed. “First chance I get, you can
count on it.”
    Oh mon
amour , I sure hope so. “Christopher? Thank you, mon chéri . I don’t
feel groovy anymore.”
    “But I do.”

Keeping Busy
    S o even though Chris did not work
that weekend, they did not see each other. He missed her, the smell
of her, the way she sauntered as she spoke and laughed. The way she
would sometimes suspend her movements just to look at him. The
briefest of moments. He missed having her walk up behind him and
kiss his nape, rest her lips against his skin and rub the hair on
the back of his head. That simple display of affection got to him
every fucking time. He missed seeing her smile in her sleep. He
missed her breathing. Moaning. Coming.
    At the
office, when she showed up, he got to see her in action, but they
never touched. He got to walk up to her, look over her shoulder as
she was reading a file at her desk, even whisper instructions in
her ear, and yet they never touched. Hard as hell.
    At first, he
feared her presence at the precinct would be distracting, but she
actually helped. She had helped Reid found her place in the team,
not the only female anymore. Still the only female officer, but
that fucking significant detail seemed to be lost on
Patricia.
    The guys
were more polite, or cruder but always respectful. Sort of. Even if
often he had left her sleeping in bed barely hours before, he liked
seeing her breeze in on those mornings
when she decided to show up. She always wore a different outfit
that reflected her mood. Sleek jeans and a