Alarm bells go off in Detective Lexi Granger’s head when a gun linked to a cold case disappears and a veteran officer turns a blind eye to the fact that the weapon has gone missing. Lexi pursues the case anyway, and then receives a death threat.
To save herself, she is forced to turn to the one man she knows she can trust: Acting Commander Chaz Trahan, her ex-husband. She still loves him but had to set that love aside in order to save her career when he went off the deep end while working a case.
Chaz is still in love with Lexi as well, but won’t admit it to anyone but himself. He agrees to help her so he can exorcise his own demons concerning the missing gun -- the only link to the man who killed his parents twenty years earlier.
Only he's not sure the two of them can solve the crime before the same murderer finds Lexi... and somehow, he must keep her safe. He simply cannot lose the love of his life a second time.
Chaz caught her elbow. "Your arm's still bleeding. Let me see it."
"No." Needing to be alone, she jerked away from him and ducked into the kitchen. Damn him for being just as rugged and sexy as he'd been when they were together. His short dark hair, stormy blue eyes, and broad shoulders reminded her of better times. Hell, even when she was furious with him, a deep, visceral pull dragged her toward him. She clenched her teeth.
Not this time.
She had no problem putting her hands on some paper towels, and after wetting them she did her best to clean the cut. She'd bandage it later. With an aggravated groan, she washed her hands, scrubbed her face, and repaired her pitiful ponytail.
"You okay?" Chaz halted in the doorway.
She wiped her palms on her jeans and started for the door, hoping he'd let her pass. "I'm fine. I don't need your help."
"Just like you found Troy without my help?" He didn't move. He was a freaking brick wall blocking her path. She narrowed her eyes. "I would have, if you'd given me the chance. Now, get out of my way. I need to get him downtown."
"You were injured, and backup was nowhere around. I wasn't going to leave you hanging out there."
"Okay, then. Fine. You did your job." Blood oozed from the cut on her arm, and she wiped it away. Rage filled her. "Am I going to have to keep asking you to move?"
"Don't be in such a hurry. You need to get that cut stitched up." The gash marred her skin just below her elbow, and a trail of drops dotted her jeans. "If you weren't so damned stubborn--"
"I was going after a suspect." A muscle worked in her jaw, just like it had during every fight they'd had when they were married.
The pit of Chaz's stomach roiled when he thought of what could have happened to her out there tonight. She was always diving into situations without considering the consequences. And that included her kicking him out and filing for divorce. He made a fist.
"You don't take care of yourself. When are you going to realize you're not invincible?"
"What is your problem?" She slammed her hands onto her hips. "We're not married anymore, Chaz. We're not even partners. You're my boss. My captain. Yet you follow me around like I'm some dumb rookie."
"You're going to get yourself killed."
"Why should you care?"