Chapter 10
With Sorensen around, Will didn’t get a moment alone with Corey. Their parting was nothing more than a clap on the back—when Sorensen turned away, Corey stepped into the span of Will’s arm and laid his hand flat against a ticklish spot just above Will’s navel. Even through the shirt he wore, Will’s stomach fluttered at the touch. Quietly, Corey murmured, “I wish I could kiss you.”
“And get me fired,” Will joked. “I’ll get off at six.”
Corey laughed. “It wouldn’t take that long.”
Back at the police station, Will sent the intern to gather the timecards from the previous evening and sat behind his desk, mulling over what little he knew of the case. Sam hadn’t provided much of a description of his attacker—it had been dark, and they’d driven to the same abandoned parking lot whe
