18

It was 4 in the morning when Ted got the call. He had spent the night trying to hunt down who pulled the trigger on Carlos but for the first time in his life, he found himself at a loss. Failure was unusual for him and it was gritting on his nerves so badly that he had begun to snap at Teddy and Max and eventually both men had quietly suggested that he rested while they continued the hunt.

His inefficiency was foreign as it was annoying to him and Ted knew what the source of his distraction was.

The woman was halfway across the city yet she affected him like she was right beside him moaning and purring in his ears.

He had tried so hard to put her out of his mind. How hard was it to forget about one woman anyway? He had done it in the past, so why was Cathy sneaking under his skin, making him hard and uncomfortable on his couch even when she wasn’t there?

Closing his eyes wasn’t helping because he could picture her behind his lids. Her eyes, the curve of her dark brows, the narrow nos