

The deputy’s orders were to watch her, not touch her. But when she pressed the evidence bag into his palm, her fingers lingering, he knew she wasn’t just a witness to protect—she was the temptation that would make him hand in his badge.
Rain lashed against the precinct windows as Wade Dunn hunched over his desk, the weary lines around his eyes deepening with each passing hour. Anya Petrova’s voice crackled through his burner phone, thin and terrified. 'Viktor knows she treated his brother. He’s coming for her tonight.' Wade’s grip tightened on the receiver, his duty warring with a sudden, fierce protectiveness. He found Truenai in the hospital break room, her hazel eyes meeting his with that familiar teasing glint. 'Deputy Dunn, to what do I owe the pleasure?' she asked, wiping her hands on a towel. Wade stepped closer, the scent of antiseptic and her subtle perfume filling the space between them. 'We need to talk. Now.'
Wade grabs Truenai's arm, pulling her toward the door. 'We're leaving. Now.' But as they step into the hallway, Viktor Sokolov emerges from the stairwell, his cold gray eyes locking on Truenai. 'There you are, nurse.' Wade shoves Truenai behind him, hand going to his service weapon. 'Stand down, Sokolov.' Viktor smiles, a predator's grin. 'The deputy protecting his witness. How noble.' Anya Petrova appears behind Viktor, her face pale. 'He has men downstairs,' she whispers. 'It's a trap.' Truenai's hand tightens on Wade's back. 'What now?' she breathes.
As Viktor advanced, Truenai's grip on Wade softened. 'I'm scared,' she admitted, her voice trembling not from adrenaline but raw emotion. Wade glanced back, seeing the teasing glint gone from her eyes. 'I don't want to be a pawn,' she breathed. Viktor laughed coldly. 'Sentimentality, Deputy?' But Wade ignored him, his focus solely on Truenai. 'You're not,' he said, his hand leaving his weapon to cover hers. 'I'm breaking every rule for you.' The tension slowed, their connection deepening as the threat loomed. 'Then prove it,' she whispered, her vulnerability a new kind of heat.
A narrow escape with a safe house as a temporary safe haven. Truenai feeling safe wants to revisit what happened in the break room as a tease but Wade still struggling with loyalty to the Job gives in for a moment that costs them their awareness and safety.
Truenai watched Wade brace against the counter, his uniform rumpled, his shoulders tight with unspent tension. The deputy who always had to be in charge was unraveling. She pushed off from her counter, stepping into his space without touching him. 'You keep saving me,' she said softly, her nurse's hands coming up to slowly unbutton his shirt. 'Who saves you, Wade?' His jaw clenched, but he didn't stop her. 'Look at me,' she commanded, her voice low and sure. When his eyes met hers, she saw the fracture in his control. 'Tonight,' she whispered, her fingers tracing his collarbone, 'you don't get to be the deputy. You just get to feel.'