The Griffin Marshal's Heart - Zoe Chant Page 0,12

good (it never was), how long she could probably drive without getting tired, where to stop along the way.

This kind of long-distance trip was a hassle, and she wondered who had authorized it in Dawes’s case. It was normal enough to move a prisoner who’d been attacked, but it was rare to move them this far.

Honestly, it was rare for the response to be this prompt, too. Usually any kind of bureaucracy was managed by guys exactly like the one she’d just been talking to. It wasn’t that they were necessarily stupid or uncaring, but they were sluggish and uninvolved, and all the paperwork slowed them down even further. It took a lot to jar them out of complacency.

Well, Dawes was probably still something of a high-profile prisoner. Maybe they’d just decided they’d rather have him be officially someone else’s problem.

Then the door swung open, and there he was.

Dawes had changed since the days of his trial footage. He had lost weight behind bars, and his already striking features were now even more sharply defined. He looked like he’d been chiseled out of ice. His dark brown hair, once neatly trimmed, had grown just a little bit shaggy. He had been graceful in the courtroom, obviously athletic, but now he was painfully stiff. And the leg shackles were making him shuffle.

But he still had that lost prince vibe. There was a dignity and intensity to him, even in prison khakis and steel restraints.

She stepped forward to meet him.

“Cooper Dawes? I’m Deputy US Marshal Gretchen Miller. I’ll be driving you to Bergen, along with Deputy Keith Ridley, who’s keeping the car warm for us. I know you know how this works, so we shouldn’t have any problems.”

“We won’t,” he said. He had a low, clear voice.

She had the weirdest feeling. This all seemed fundamentally wrong somehow.

They should have been standing beside each other, not across from each other. He wasn’t supposed to be in chains.

Except he was supposed to be, obviously. He was a criminal. She was a Marshal.

“All right,” Gretchen said. There was an unusual creakiness to her voice, like it was a squeaky hinge in need of oil. “Then let’s get on the road.”

She stretched out her hand before she even thought about it.

Dawes almost didn’t respond. For a moment, her hand just hung there. The autumn air was chilly enough that her fingers felt a little cool. She would have had time to pull back.

Then his large, warm hand met hers.

It was a firm, friendly handshake, one of a thousand Gretchen had been lucky enough to have in her life from the kind of man who didn’t see the need to either go easy on her or pointedly test her. There shouldn’t have been anything more remarkable about it than that. It wasn’t that strange to think that if she’d met him under any other circumstances, she would have liked him.

What was strange was that she’d shaken his hand at all.

It’s his eyes, Gretchen thought. Even more than the lost prince look, it’s his eyes.

Dawes had green eyes that were almost as clear as glass. It was impossible to look at them and be even the slightest bit afraid.

He’d made her feel safe enough enough to do something daring—and he’d made it so that she hadn’t felt it was daring at all.

The air was colder than ever when he was no longer holding her hand.

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She shook my hand.

It felt like some electricity was still trapped in his fingers, making his skin tingle and his blood pound.

Cooper couldn’t remember the last time he had felt a friendly touch. It made him feel like he was coming undone.

He didn’t even think Gretchen Miller had done it deliberately. She didn’t look like someone who would showboat to prove how brave she was. It was almost like she had shaken his hand by reflex, like she still recognized him as a fellow Marshal. Even with the handcuffs, leg shackles, and prison khakis, she’d seen someone worthy of respect and common courtesy.

He didn’t think he would ever be able to tell her how much that meant to him.

Of course, now she practically had oops written all over her face. And no wonder, given how her partner was glaring daggers at her from the passenger seat.

Gretchen opened the back door for Cooper and loaded him in, gently sheltering his head with her hand as he ducked inside.

He caught the faint scent of her perfume. It was unshowy and fresh, like green apples and cedarwood,

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