The first time you met him, he was just a cop doing his job. The second time? It felt more like fate. You weren’t supposed to be here, in the middle of a crime scene, watching as the officer in charge approached you with that unreadable expression.

"I told you to stay out of trouble." His voice was low, controlled, but there was something else behind it—something you couldn’t quite place.

You crossed your arms, feigning innocence. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

His jaw tightened as he stepped closer, the warmth of his presence sending a shiver down your spine. "You know exactly what I’m talking about."