She was used to men being intimidated by her.

There was something about a Glock 9 and a pair of handcuffs that put most men on edge around her.

Chase wasn't one of those men.

Chase didn't bat an eyelash when her leather jacket had come off and the holster had been securely placed on her hip. The handcuffs had caught more of his attention with a raised eyebrow and the quick - 'Planning on using those later?'

She'd heard it before, usually followed by a nervous laugh to try and cover up their discomfort. This time it wasn't.

And she knew it was love.