He growled something under his breath, but eased back a step. He tried the door of her SUV, found it locked, and set her field kit on the ground. Youll want to follow me back to the station. Wouldnt want you getting lost.
He headed for his Jeep with long-legged strides, un-slinging his shotgun and knapsack as he went.
Gigi watched him go, trying not to be fascinated. He held himself apart but felt responsible, knew how to lead but had buried himself far from any troops, respected competence but wanted to be calling the shots and was attracted and didnt want to be.
No, she had definitely been right the first time around.
She didnt have the mental energy to deal with him right now, not even for some short-term fun.
Too bad, she thought, remembering the gleam of bronze skin, the pucker of two bullet scars, one high, one low. Then she shook her head, climbed into her ride, and focused on the puzzle of two attackers, one missing faceplate and a gut feeling that said there was far more to this case than anyone suspected.