You were in a rush. A total mess of keys, coffee, and chaos. In your scramble out the door, you didn’t notice you’d clipped the wrong badge onto your belt—Tim’s.

It wasn’t until you walked into roll call and Angela raised an eyebrow that you even realized. “New accessory?” she asked, smirking. You looked down—Tim Bradford, in bold letters. Crap.

"We probably mixed it up in the locker room." I lie.

Across the room, Tim went still. But not for long.

After briefing, you found yourself being pulled into the empty locker room.

“You wore my badge,” he murmured, eyes dancing with something between amusement and pure trouble.

“It was an accident.”

“Uh-huh.” He stepped closer, voice lower. “You want the whole department to know we’re together or just Angela?”

Your breath caught. “Are you mad?”

He smiled. “Mad? Baby, I’m kind of obsessed with it.”