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grinned.
    Sol cleared his throat, and Titus broke the standoff to look at him. They stared at each other for several moments, and Erica wondered if they had some special way to communicate like telepathy.
    She was surprised when Sol turned to her and nodded toward the door.
    “Follow me,” he said and strolled to the door.
    She stood and looked down at Kate and then at Titus.
    “Nothing will happen to your friend,” Major Carter said. “I’ll be here the whole time.”
    Erica nodded and looked back to Kate.
    “Be good,” she mouthed to her and followed Sol into the hall.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Sol shut the door to his office and started to have regrets about bringing Erica into such a closed space.
    He watched as she dropped into the seat on the other side of his desk and fiddled with the buttons on her shirt. Sol swallowed. The skirt rode up her smooth peach thighs. His mouth went dry.
    “So what is this?” she said from her seat. “Good cop, bad cop?”
    “What?” he sat in his chair and studied her face.
    “I bet you’re the good cop because your leader sure seemed like a bad cop in there.” She laughed nervously.
    Sol shook his head. Apparently when she was nervous, Erica like to babble about nonsense.
    “There are no cops here, but I am head of security,” he said. He glared at her and wondered if she might be mocking him, which was quickly confirmed when she stifled a laugh.
    “What do you know about the bombing yesterday?” His voice was steady and firm.
    Erica frowned, her pouty lips puckered and ripe for nibbling.
    “It was loud and scary?” She crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to rise. “You aren’t suggesting I had something to do with it, are you?”
    Sol leaned back and studied her face. “Did you?”
    He jumped when Erica popped out of her chair and slammed her hands onto the desk.
    “How dare you!” She glared at him. “I spent last night nearly being either kidnapped or killed, and you have the nerve to ask if I was involved?”
    She leaned forward, and the warm smell of her soap filled his senses.
    “You can bet on this,” she said quietly. “If I was involved, I would have had the common sense to get the hell out first.”
    Sol cleared his throat. She had every right to be mad as hell, and he knew it. He shifted uncomfortably, staring at her flushed, angry face. Getting her angry shouldn’t make him so hard, but it certainly was. Maybe her pheromones kicked into overdrive when she was angry. His nostrils flared as he sucked in the heady scent of her body.
    He had to bite back a groan and gripped the desk instead.
    “Whatever.” She leaned back. “I’m out of here.”
    “Wait!” Sol nearly shouted, standing, as she made her way to the door.
    He lowered himself back into the chair before she noticed his arousal. “You’re right. We don’t actually suspect either of you on the bombing. It’s actually your association with Mark Kincaid that is far more troublesome.”
    “Mark?” Erica made her way back to the chair.
    He sighed when she was seated again.
    Sol stood up and walked to his filing cabinet. The metal IN box on the wall was nearly full again. This job was far more paperwork than he had been told. Hell, there were nearly three full filing cabinets in the tiny office and that didn’t count the small one under his desk that he used for papers needed more regularly. Add him to the space, and it was barely enough room to be considered a broom closet. He gathered the papers from his IN box and slapped them on the desk.
    “How well do you know Mark?” he asked, laying out the papers.
    He looked up when she snorted. “Well enough to want to punch him in the nose.”
    Sol’s eyebrows shot up. He was glad to hear her opinion matched his.
    “You don’t like your friend’s boyfriend?”
    “Listen,” Erica started. “Kate’s been dating him for the past year. They ran into each other at some meeting. He’s an asshole who’s always