Bronwyn Davis and Trystan Thorne both have been holding the line, but for whom they don't know. When fate intertwines their paths, they find themselves fast, full of feeling. They find something hopeful. The kind of magic that only destined hearts e...
"Bron what're you getting on yours?" Bonnie asks without looking up from her menu. "I figure we should get different toppings then share for variety. What do you think?"
Bronwyn doesn't respond. She sits across from her sister with the menu held high enough to peruse the various pizza toppings, but low enough to gaze at the handsome man standing at the counter balancing an extra large pizza in one hand while he scans Apple Pay on his phone with the other. There's a subtle familiarity about him that she can't shake. She can't take her eyes off him. His chiseled jaw works its magic on the cashier and the blush on that poor woman's face says everything that Bronwyn is feeling at that very moment.
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Exiled Prince turned homicide detective Trystan Thorne and his partner Detective Ares Rose stand in the hallway just outside the Chief of Staff office of The Science Center for Environmental Health. Arms folded, they lean against the wall listening intently to the raised voices coming from inside.
"Why do you keep accepting these requests? I'm not a forensic scientist Pete."
"I know Bronwyn, but your basic knowledge of biology, chemistry and physics is impeccable. Forensics encompasses all of that."
"I know that! And don't try to butter me up!"
"I'm not. Can you just do this one last time?"
"I have plans with my sister this weekend."
"I'm sorry, but I've already accepted and I really need you to do this."
"I'm not okay with this. I'm pissed actually! I've been looking forward to this weekend for months, now I have to put my plans aside to work on something you arranged!" She huffs. "I'm taking a week off after this and I don't wanna hear a single word from you about it."
"Damn right you do. And for the record you owe me several."
"Well add this to my tab because there's one more teeny tiny thing."
"What the hell? What is it now?"
"They want to work with you on analyzing the evidence."
"Work with me? Are they scientists? Cause if they are, they can do it themselves and they wouldn't need me. You know I don't like sharing my workspace."
