“No. I was thinking I might” Susan began, trying to slip something passed Jo, but the Acadian laughed softly.

“No.” Jo cut her off and Susan steamed. No one spoke to her that way.
“I’ll speak to you any way I choose, Susan.” Jo interjected and Susan
stood, moving over to the woman. She’d tried every tack with Jo
Wheaton; none of them touched her, none of them eased her heart and
none of them let her bare her soul. What made this woman tick?

“Jo, I am the best choice to continue running LNF.” Susan said, her
voice becoming sweet and having a lullaby quality to it. Jo batted her
eyes, turning to her and saying in just as sweet a voice.

“No. I repeat myself again and you’ll face my wrath.” Jo said, the air
in the room growing warm as Susan moved her hand away from Jo’s lower
back.

“I might have someone. She’ll need at least a solid month of training,
perhaps even more.” Susan said, smiling, thinking someone she could
bend to her will was exactly what she was looking for at the moment.

“Train her then. I grow weary of you.” Jo said, closing her eyes and
Susan let herself out of the office as the silence grew thick.

There was one person on this planet that could chill her, and Jo
Wheaton was said person. She rued the day that Jo had raided her club;
then Susan had struck a deal with the devil, and her devil’s name was
Jo Wheaton.

Jo had stormed Petruccio’s in search of a killer; instead she’d found
Susan with her fangs in someone, literally. Susan was hovering over the
woman, teeth finding their home. Just as she was about to savor the
sweet taste of this one, the doors burst open and the Devil strode in.

Jo moved to her, ripping her off the redhead in one strong
movement, yelling at her team to get out and to close the door.
Instantly they’d done so; questioning Special Agent Jo Wheaton was
unheard of. It had been done once, and rumor had it that the man was
still in a special care unit.