These two snippets come from my current WIP, CRASH & BURN. For any new readers, Derek Alexander is an intelligence agent with Homeland Security. He’s also a Wolf. Kit Carson is a lieutenant (forensic and techinical officer) with the DFW ARFF department. A cargo plane has crashed at DFW and both of them are on the scene. Kit is ready to finish with Derek.
“I have work to do. Stay out of my scene until I clear you.”
Derek jerked his focus back to the situation at hand. “It’s not your scene.” He recognized his mistake the moment the words were out of his mouth.
“Wanna bet? Until I clear the scene as Recovery Command, only my people go in and you are so not my people.”
He stood there watching her walk away from him. The baggy gear should have left lots to his imagination. It didn’t. She filled out those silver bunker pants with curves that were a sin to waste. He could still hear her muttering as she jerked on her coat, grabbed another bottle of water and returned to the trenches, camera in hand.
Kit glanced up at the firefighter standing about five feet in front of her. “Yes?”
He looked confused. “I thought you were saying something to me.”
Oh, she’d been saying something all right but not to this hapless subordinate. Oh, no. Her comments had all been directed at the infuriating man she’d left standing in the R&R tent. What a jerk. Not her scene? Ha. Just went to show what he knew. By the time she entered the wrecked interior of the plane, her fury had banked to cold determination. As she approached the first victim and began to photograph the scene, she suddenly understood. Derek had upset her on purpose. How could he have known that making her angry would steady her so that she could finish her job?
And from later in the book, Derek is about to start something he’s all too happy to finish:
Derek stared at the blood-smeared box, nostrils flaring. The blood belonged to Kit, no doubt. His wolf ripped his insides to get out but he leashed his inner animal, focusing instead on the other odors permeating the package. He wanted to know who to kill when he caught them.
The FBI agent standing in the doorway cleared her throat. “Well? Open it.”
“No.” When the woman started to argue, he let his wolf bleed into his eyes. She blanched at his expression and backed up a step. “I’ll deal with it.”
He’d dismissed her but she was having none of it. “Now look here. This whole incident is an FBI investigation. I was just being nice because the damn thing was addressed to you.”
He stalked toward her, growling. “It’s been my case for a year. If you want your boss to get in a pissing contest with my boss, I can arrange that but trust me. You do not want to start a piss fight with me because it’s one you won’t win.”
What are you finishing out 2016 with? And what will you start in 2017?