Leah was tired.

Tired of chasing criminals who barely got jail time. Tired of the way the system tied her hands. But mostly, she was tired of Jason Walker, the arrogant, camera-ready intern who always found a way to piss her off before noon.

“Don’t touch that,” she snapped as Jason reached for a pinned photograph on the evidence board in the precinct’s war room.

“I wasn’t going to rip it off,” Jason said, pulling back. “I was just….”

“Just interfering. Again.”

Jason’s jaw tightened. “You could try not biting my head off every time I breathe.”

“For someone who nearly got shot last week, you still act like this...