DETECTIVE COPLER'S POV

He kept beating himself up as he drove back home from the laboratory.

He had promised himself that he would keep his emotions in check, but he had failed miserably by kissing Zara. Now, the look of surprise and how uncomfortable she was afterward, haunted him.

If there was a thing he hated, it was mixing business with pleasure, and he had just defaulted in that aspect.

His thoughts were still conflicting when he arrived home. He got inside and walked straight to the kitchen to fix himself breakfast.

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