Shed never gotten to touch Mac like that before
Shed never touched any man like that.
She never thought she could.
Fingertips tracing the angles and dipping into the contours of his rugged face. Julias palms receiving a jillion little jolts of electricity as she rubbed them along his beard.
Nothing in her limited experience had ever made her so aware of a man.
In last nights brief, charged moments with Mac, something inside her had awakened. All her schoolgirl dreams of what it might be like to be truly intimate with a man had escaped the little Pandoras box she kept tightly locked deep inside her heart. That little locked box had saved her from humiliation more times than she cared to remember.
Im thinking of you as a woman, hed said.
Well, she was certainly thinking of him as a man.
In the Blink of an Eye
Julie Miller
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julie Miller attributes her passion for writing romance to all those fairy tales she read growing up, and shyness. Encouragement from her family to write down all those feelings she couldnt express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where she serves as the resident grammar goddess. This award-winning author and teacher has published several paranormal romances. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Ms. Miller believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.
Born and raised in Missouri, she now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and smiling guard dog, Maxie. Write to Julie at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
MacKinley TaylorHis brilliant mind and legendary control cant help him see. But they might help him see the truth.
Julia DaltonHow far will she go to help a childhood hero? Shes willing to risk her lifebut does she dare risk her heart?
Jeff RingleinMacs protégé. Just who was he afraid of?
Melanie RingleinHow much does a public servants pension pay, anyway?
Inspector Joe NiederhausAn Internal Affairs investigator due to receive his gold watch. He plans to get his man one last time. Even if its the wrong one.
Inspector Eli MastersonJoes partner. This Internal Affairs man has learned from the best. But who is receiving the benefit of his inside information?
Wade OstermanA uniformed police officer with a bad habit of betting on the games.
Arnie SanchezMissing evidence would get his case dismissed.
Martha TaylorMeddling mother #1. Is this matchmaker in over her head, trying to rescue her second son?
Barbara DaltonMeddling mother #2. She is only trying to help her daughter.
Mitch TaylorTheres a cover-up going on in his precinct. Is the traitors identity closer to home than he realizes?
For Scott and Ryne
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Prologue
Mac Taylor adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and studied the slim band of light beneath the door to the Fourth Precinct Crime Lab. He glanced at his watch to check the time again. 1:13 a.m. A shuffle of movement drew his focus back to the door at the end of the hallway opposite his office.
I thought I was the one married to my job. Who would be in the lab at this hour? As sure and even as his footsteps down the deserted corridor, his mind clicked with possibilities.
Custodian? No. They werent allowed in the lab itself. Thief? In a police building with officers on duty twenty-four hours a day just one floor down? Not likely. Technician? The Fourth was a satellite unit that kept regular office hours. Only the main lab south of town stayed open around the clock.
With the possibilities systematically rejected, only one option remained. Trouble.
Tucking the manila envelope with the technical data he carried under his arm, he turned the knob and opened the door, identifying the intruder before he allowed himself to be heard.
Jeff?
His quiet voice startled the ponytailed chemist in the white lab coat. Jeff Ringlein hunched his compact shoulders over the stainless-steel counter, righting the instrument tray hed hit with his elbow.
Mac. His hands stilled their work, but he didnt turn around. Youre here late.
So are you. Mac strolled over to the center table, his long legs giving him an easy stride that belied the eagle-sharp observation of eyes that missed nothing.
A Bunsen burner on steady heat. An assortment of liquids in beakers. An open evidence bag, its label written in his own illegible scrawl. One of the perks of working as a forensic pathologist for the Kansas City Police Department was that he could delegate routine tests to a staff lab tech, and concentrate on assessing the crime scene and piecing together the entire case.
He didnt recall this particular assignment.
You on to something interesting? he asked. Jeff had been right out of college when he started at the lab. Though technically proficient, he lacked the instincts to make his investigative work anything more than routine. His eagerness to please, though, had ingratiated him to his co-workers and earned a bit of indulgent patience from Mac.
So his rushed, toneless answer sounded perfectly normal. Im running a dye test.
Mac eyed the twist of threads lying inside the bag, then surveyed the counter once more.
No microscope. How did he expect to ID the sample without one?
Mac leaned his hip against the table, banking his inquisitive nature in an effort to put Jeff at ease. I dont think the criminals will overrun the city if we knock off and get a few hours of sleep now and then.
Jeff finally turned, but his dark-eyed gaze never quite met Macs. What are you doing here?
Fair question. Im testifying at Ned Proskys hearing later this morning. I wanted to double-check my facts.