Hotter After Midnight. Cynthia Eden

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      Emily had just shown Cara Maloan out when her intercom beeped.

      “Hey, boss, you got a call on line one.” Vanessa whistled softly. “A guy by the name of Colin Gyth. Very sexy voice.”

      Colin Gyth. Emily hurried around her desk. “Ah, okay.” It’d been nearly three days since she’d heard from Colin. Not that she’d been counting or anything. “Put him through.”

      Inhaling deeply, she waited a moment for the telltale click that signaled the call transfer. Then she picked up the handset. “Emily Drake.”

      “Hi, Doc.”

      Heat bloomed between her thighs. Vanessa was right, the guy did have a sexy-as-sin voice. She’d forgotten the deep timbre of his speech.

      Damn. What was wrong with her? Was she honestly getting turned on just by Colin’s voice?

      Cara’s problem is that she has too much sex in her life. Maybe my problem is that I don’t have enough.

      Maybe she’d just been alone too long. What had it been? Five, six months since she’d broken up with Travis? Or rather, since Travis had broken up with her.

      I don’t know you, Emily. You won’t let me know you. And I’m tired of ramming my head into a wall just because I want to get close to you.

      She jerked off her glasses. That had been bad, very, very—

      “Uh, Doc? You there?”

      “Ah, sorry, yes.” Emily coughed. “What can I do for you, Detective?” She really, really hoped he hadn’t just heard that little quiver of excitement in her voice. In talking with the guy for less than two minutes, she’d gone from professional psychologist to needy woman.

      Maybe she could use some therapy of her own.

      There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, then Gyth’s deep voice announced, “You can tell me that you meant it when you said you’d help out on this case.”

      Now that got her attention. Her back snapped straight. “Yes, yes, of course, I meant it.” He was calling about business. Time for the professional psychologist to get her ass in gear.

      “Good, cause the big boys just gave me the go-ahead to bring you in as a profiler.”

      A profiler. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Working a murder investigation.

      “The press is already crawling all over this case. Once you’re officially in, they’ll get your name.” He sighed, then said, “So prepare to start seeing a lot of yourself on the six o’clock news.”

      For a moment, she hesitated. She hadn’t given a thought to the press. Hadn’t even considered that they’d learn of her. “Can’t we keep my involvement quiet for now?”

      “The DA wants to make sure the public feels like we’re doing everything possible to catch this guy. He wants to release data about our profiler to make everyone feel better.”

      “O-okay.” Surely there was no way that anyone would discover her past. It had been so many years since—

      “Relax, Doc, dealing with the press will be the easy part. Catching the killer, that’s the challenge.” There was a rumble of voices in the background, then he asked, “Hey, when are you gonna be free this afternoon?”

      “I’m free now.” Maloan had been her last patient of the day. No night clients were scheduled.

      “Good. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

      “Twenty minutes? But—”

      “You need to start on the profile, right? Well, I’ll take you back to the crime scene, then you can come meet Smith.”

      “Smith?”

      “The medical examiner.”

      Oh. Her stomach tightened. She didn’t have a good track record with MEs.

      He laughed softly. “Don’t worry, Doc. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

      Not exactly reassuring.