As soon as my second shift ended, I rushed home, the one that actually felt like home, and went in search of Sawyer to see if he'd found anything about Detective Blake Friday. I found him in the bathroom. Steam rose from the shower, scented with lavender and something else I didn't know the name of, and I breathed it in until it settled into my pores. Through the steam and clear shower curtain, Sawyer's massive shoulders, tattooed back, and perfectly sculpted ass were visible. He faced away ...