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.”Their eyes met and held.Her mind took her back to how his lips had tasted and felt against her mouth, against her skin.Delicious didn’t come close to describing it.Better than cupcakes.Her face heated up again.She nodded.“Are you this accommodating to all your clients?” Or does the fact that we almost got naked and ravished each other have anything to do with it?Biting down on her lip, she studied his expression—mainly, his left eyebrow—and tried not to frown.She didn’t want to come off mad, just cautious.She couldn’t be mad when she hadn’t exactly discouraged him.He might have started it, but she’d jumped in headfirst and into the deep end of the proverbial pool, too.Nope, she couldn’t be mad, but she really needed to be careful.Having sex with him would have been over-the-top crazy.And she couldn’t afford any more craziness in her life.She’d already maxed out on craziness and didn’t have overdraft protection.“Of course, I’m this accommodating.” His left eyebrow rose.As if noting her focus, he ran a finger over his forehead and frowned.“Why don’t you grab some coffee while I take a shower?” He turned and walked toward the bathroom, and she could swear she heard him mutter, “A cold one.”“How did it go?” Clark asked as Tony walked into the squad room and stored his gun in his desk.“They wouldn’t let me in to see her.They don’t know if she’s going to make it.”“Damn,” Clark said leaning forward.His desk chair squeaked.The noise raked over Tony’s nerves.“Can you get a damn can of WD-40 and do something about that squeak?”“In a good mood, huh?” Clark asked.Dropping down into his own squeaky chair, Tony pushed a hand through his hair.It wasn’t the noise chewing on his nerves.It was his lack of sleep and the envelope in his pocket.Divorce my ass! The more he thought about it, the more he liked his plan.When he left this afternoon, he was grabbing a bag of clothes from his apartment and going home.He knew she’d be madder than a wet hen hyped up on meth.But dealing with a mad LeAnn for a few days was better than losing her forever.“Sorry.I just came from talking to Joey.” Tony looked over at Clark.“Bad news?”“Yeah.” Tony pulled the envelope out of his pocket and shoved it in his desk drawer.As close as he was with his partner, Clark wasn’t the person to talk to about LeAnn.The man had gone through a nasty divorce three years ago and was still fighting for custody of his little boy.He hadn’t gotten over the anger.His partner’s advice for dealing with any woman issue was the same.Fuck ’em.Just fuck ’em—that’s all we should do with them.Not fall for them, not start caring, or giving ’em gifts.For God’s sake, don’t marry ’em.Just fuck ’em.As hard and as many of ’em as you can.Clark was one of the guys Tony had been talking about when he’d said nothing good came out of the relationships with people a cop met on the job.Clark’s ex, Candy, had been a stripper.Clark had worked a robbery at the club—one look at Candy and he knew he could save her from the world she’d gotten caught up in.Didn’t happen.You can’t save somebody who doesn’t think they need saving.“Are you going to share what Joey said or do you want me to try to guess?”It took Tony a second to remember what they’d been talking about.“Joey said that Jack Leon didn’t have any defensive wounds.None.”“So.” Clark leaned back in his chair again.“Either the killer walked up and surprised the hell out of him, or it was someone he knew and he didn’t think she’d stab him.”“She?” Tony asked.He leaned back and the damn chair squeaked again.“Didn’t ya tell me Nikki Hunt had a quarter of a mil reasons for him to die?”Tony nodded.“Don’t get me wrong, I got money riding on her being innocent, but I’d easily put a twenty in the pot if we could close this case.The boss has already scheduled a meeting with us tomorrow.My gut says he wants us to make an arrest.Supposedly, Leon’s daddy is friends with the mayor.”Tony snatched up a pen and started clicking it.“I don’t give a damn who he’s friends with.I’m not making a bad arrest.”Clark stared at him.“What? You don’t think she did it now?”“I don’t know if she did it.She couldn’t have been the person who stabbed the Wise woman [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”Their eyes met and held.Her mind took her back to how his lips had tasted and felt against her mouth, against her skin.Delicious didn’t come close to describing it.Better than cupcakes.Her face heated up again.She nodded.“Are you this accommodating to all your clients?” Or does the fact that we almost got naked and ravished each other have anything to do with it?Biting down on her lip, she studied his expression—mainly, his left eyebrow—and tried not to frown.She didn’t want to come off mad, just cautious.She couldn’t be mad when she hadn’t exactly discouraged him.He might have started it, but she’d jumped in headfirst and into the deep end of the proverbial pool, too.Nope, she couldn’t be mad, but she really needed to be careful.Having sex with him would have been over-the-top crazy.And she couldn’t afford any more craziness in her life.She’d already maxed out on craziness and didn’t have overdraft protection.“Of course, I’m this accommodating.” His left eyebrow rose.As if noting her focus, he ran a finger over his forehead and frowned.“Why don’t you grab some coffee while I take a shower?” He turned and walked toward the bathroom, and she could swear she heard him mutter, “A cold one.”“How did it go?” Clark asked as Tony walked into the squad room and stored his gun in his desk.“They wouldn’t let me in to see her.They don’t know if she’s going to make it.”“Damn,” Clark said leaning forward.His desk chair squeaked.The noise raked over Tony’s nerves.“Can you get a damn can of WD-40 and do something about that squeak?”“In a good mood, huh?” Clark asked.Dropping down into his own squeaky chair, Tony pushed a hand through his hair.It wasn’t the noise chewing on his nerves.It was his lack of sleep and the envelope in his pocket.Divorce my ass! The more he thought about it, the more he liked his plan.When he left this afternoon, he was grabbing a bag of clothes from his apartment and going home.He knew she’d be madder than a wet hen hyped up on meth.But dealing with a mad LeAnn for a few days was better than losing her forever.“Sorry.I just came from talking to Joey.” Tony looked over at Clark.“Bad news?”“Yeah.” Tony pulled the envelope out of his pocket and shoved it in his desk drawer.As close as he was with his partner, Clark wasn’t the person to talk to about LeAnn.The man had gone through a nasty divorce three years ago and was still fighting for custody of his little boy.He hadn’t gotten over the anger.His partner’s advice for dealing with any woman issue was the same.Fuck ’em.Just fuck ’em—that’s all we should do with them.Not fall for them, not start caring, or giving ’em gifts.For God’s sake, don’t marry ’em.Just fuck ’em.As hard and as many of ’em as you can.Clark was one of the guys Tony had been talking about when he’d said nothing good came out of the relationships with people a cop met on the job.Clark’s ex, Candy, had been a stripper.Clark had worked a robbery at the club—one look at Candy and he knew he could save her from the world she’d gotten caught up in.Didn’t happen.You can’t save somebody who doesn’t think they need saving.“Are you going to share what Joey said or do you want me to try to guess?”It took Tony a second to remember what they’d been talking about.“Joey said that Jack Leon didn’t have any defensive wounds.None.”“So.” Clark leaned back in his chair again.“Either the killer walked up and surprised the hell out of him, or it was someone he knew and he didn’t think she’d stab him.”“She?” Tony asked.He leaned back and the damn chair squeaked again.“Didn’t ya tell me Nikki Hunt had a quarter of a mil reasons for him to die?”Tony nodded.“Don’t get me wrong, I got money riding on her being innocent, but I’d easily put a twenty in the pot if we could close this case.The boss has already scheduled a meeting with us tomorrow.My gut says he wants us to make an arrest.Supposedly, Leon’s daddy is friends with the mayor.”Tony snatched up a pen and started clicking it.“I don’t give a damn who he’s friends with.I’m not making a bad arrest.”Clark stared at him.“What? You don’t think she did it now?”“I don’t know if she did it.She couldn’t have been the person who stabbed the Wise woman [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]