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When he lowered himself — way too close to me, I might add —<br />
onto the leather cushions, he held it out to me. “That’s the report we<br />
compiled from the first investigation. Any evidence we found is in<br />
there. You can read through it whenever you get the chance.”<br />
“Uh-huh.” I swung my knees away from him as I opened the<br />
folder. <strong>The</strong> report was only about a page long, but as I scanned it I<br />
<strong>no</strong>ticed that they had included the feelings that Brad had and when<br />
Adrian’s hair had been pulled as well as the concrete evidence.<br />
“Wow, you guys really were thorough.”<br />
“We want to give them as much information as we can,” he<br />
pointed out. “Now, we’ll be taking in some different team members<br />
this time, this way there will be some unbiased minds to investigate.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y won’t k<strong>no</strong>w what we’ve already found. So you need to be<br />
careful <strong>no</strong>t to mention anything in front of them.”<br />
“Seems easy e<strong>no</strong>ugh.” I couldn’t really have a conversation<br />
with him while I was facing the opposite direction, so I slid my<br />
knees back around. Unfortunately, I moved a little too fast, and they<br />
k<strong>no</strong>cked gently against his. Once again that electric shock rocketed<br />
up my thigh, and I couldn’t help but glance down to see if there were<br />
actual sparks scattering from where we’d made contact. My head<br />
told me to move away, but my body didn’t want to. I left our knees<br />
touching.<br />
Tucker’s cheeks looked a little flushed. “Okay. So, um, next,<br />
you’ll need to k<strong>no</strong>w that we still can’t talk to the Masons about too<br />
much, unless they have direct questions. That report was written in<br />
a way that was meant to comfort them, <strong>no</strong>t make them more<br />
alarmed.”<br />
I glanced back down at the paper, trying to read it and get an<br />
idea of what he meant. But every nerve in my body was completely<br />
focused on the sensation of my leg touching his. I wanted to get<br />
closer. I shouldn’t. But I wanted to.<br />
He granted my wish without even hearing it. He leaned to<br />
point at something on the paper. <strong>The</strong> print was just gibberish to me<br />
by then; I was too aware of the way his shoulder was pressing<br />
against mine. More of those pleasant, hot sparks were cascading<br />
down into my hand and the rest of my torso. “See here, how we<br />
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