Aubree’s lips curled into the first genuine smile she had shown all day. “You’re thorough. I like that.”
She turned. He began a standard pat-down—shoulders, ribs, waistband. When his hands reached the small of her back, she let out a soft gasp. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice
“You see, Detective, I never stole anything. I wanted you to profile me. I wanted you to bring me back here. I wanted to see how far a man like you would go to ‘find’ a crime that never happened. And you just stripped me in a back room based on a floorwalker’s hunch.” Aubree’s lips curled into the first genuine smile