Chapter 17

• Chapter Seventeen
• Derek was glad to be back home. Going back to the CIA wasn’t what he thought it would be. A few months in he was promoted, and he was still riding the desk. At least he hadn’t been taken to train the rookies. One of his duties was investigating the death of his boss. No one had bothered to tell him Noah Grayson had been murdered in his office when Derek was out. But why would they? As far as everyone knew he wasn’t coming back. He had known the same despite his denial. In fact, he knew he wouldn’t have gotten the call if his friend Juan hadn’t told their superiors that Derek was familiar with the killing style. His excitement lasted five minutes until the moment he saw the pictures of his boss laid out on his desk with a knife handle sticking out at the base of his neck. Twice someone in the building had been killed in the same way, and he knew very well who did it. It surprised him that no one else had made the connection. So instead of finding Grayson’s murderer, he was looking for the reason Katarina had killed him and just a day before she came to his apartment, and they’d made love.
• The memories of that night filled his body with heat. It was one hell of a goodbye. And the next morning, he broke things off with Gwen for good. The fact that he didn’t feel guilty about sleeping with another woman while she was in the next room and instead felt guilty about her being in the apartment while Katarina was there recuperating was a big neon sign that he needed to break things off with Gwen. It didn’t go down well. She scream and bitched, even punched him to Katarina’s amusement. Derek was just glad she was gone for good after that.