When Wheeler went into the file room she drew up sharp. There was her new partner, Mike Logan, abruptly withdrawing his tongue from the deep throat of a buxom brunette.
"Well okay, detective," the brunette said smoothly as she rearranged her sweater, "you know where to find me to continue the interview."
Wheeler stepped aside to let the brunette pass, missing the barely suppressed smile.
Logan casually adjusted his disarranged tie. "What?"
"Well isn't this a great way to get to know you. 'Continue the interview?' You said you were happily married."
"I am, fifteen years this coming July."
Megan Wheeler was no prude by anyone's estimation, but this was a little too much. "Sweet. And what will you tell your wife when you get home tonight and she spots the lipstick you missed?"
Logan brushed past her as he strode out of the room.
"That the jerk who busted in on us is my new partner."