Extreme Pursuit (Chasing Justice #2)
by Alex Kingwell
Nicky Bosko barely remembers the mother who abandoned her twenty years ago. But when her mother's long-buried remains are discovered, the authorities suspect murder-and turn to Nicky for help. Putting her trust in the magnetic detective who wants to explore her memories of the past, Nicky is desperate to learn the truth.
Cullen Fraser knows the odds against solving a case as cold as this one. Yet the brutal killing of a woman deserves justice. As he begins to unravel a web of lies, it becomes clear that Nicky is in danger and that his need to protect her goes far beyond duty. But before he can even think of a future with her, he must keep her safe from the betrayals of her past…
Across the street now, the cop started walking quickly down the sidewalk toward her, his bearing that of a man more used to giving orders than receiving them. Even from fifty yards she could tell he was a looker. Dark blond hair, striking, sharp facial features. And big, with a broad, muscular chest, and plenty through the arms and shoulders. At least a head taller than her. The word “strapping” came to mind.
An urge to run came upon her but she stood her ground. Foolhardy she could be but never cowardly.
The cop’s approach caught the attention of a middle-aged man in a suit walking past her. Slowing to catch the action, the suit looked from Nicky to the cop and back at her again. A hard stare convinced him to move on.
The cop stopped in front of her, flashed a shiny metal badge in her face. “Police Investigator,” it said. Her glance moved up his chest—lingering momentarily on the man cleavage peeking out from two undone buttons—to his face. He was hot, all right. Off-the-charts hot, with impressive eyebrows, a strong jaw, and a long, straight nose on a squarish face. His hair was messy and in need of a trim but, combined with the stubble on his chin, gave an impression of rough, raw masculinity more in keeping with thugs than cops. He’d be a natural at undercover work.
She met his eyes, felt her mouth drop open.
They were intense.
It wasn’t just their color—a clear, medium blue—but the way he was looking at her. But not in a way that suggested he liked what he saw. If anything, the opposite. More like the way a plastic surgeon might examine a particularly nasty facial disfigurement. A very rude plastic surgeon.
Swallowing hard, she took a full step back.
It was too weird. She said, “What are you looking at?”
He looked away for a moment, gave his head a little shake, then back at her. “You are Nicole Bosko?” His expression wasn’t as intense now, and she had the feeling he was making an effort to tone it down.
There didn’t seem any point in lying. She nodded, then gestured across the street toward the shelter. “I’m late for work.”
He held up a hand. “I’m Detective Cullen Fraser. I have some questions I’d like to ask you.”
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