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stalks this time, are you?"
    "Fuck you, Carter."
    "Aw, baby. With the number you did on my crotch, I'm not
even sure fucking is possible. Wanna kiss it and make it better?"
    She rolled her eyes. "Aren't you direct."
    He shrugged and heeled off his boots before crawling onto the
bed. "Don't you want to hold my hand?" He laced his right fingers through
her left ones and straddled her so he was over her hips. "That used to be
a big thing for you."
    "Fuck you, Carter," she repeated.
    "Be nice. Can't you see I'm trying to be nice? Make it
easy?"
    "Make what easy? You taking me to the police so you can earn
your fee?"
    "Guy's gotta work. I'm sorry it had to be you."
    She blew a raspberry. "You really think I'd set fire to
someone's house?"
    He flattened his body over hers, looped an arm beneath her back
and rolled them as one unit so she was on top.
    She sat up, thighs clamped at his waist, and eyed him, waiting
for a response.
    He unlaced his fingers from hers and planted his hands at her
narrow waist, grinding her crotch over his. "What is this, second
base?"
    She sucked in a breath, then swatted at his chest. "Quit
it! Answer the question."
    "Doesn't matter what I think, Mar. Not my job to think. My
job is to apprehend."
    "Oh. That make you feel good about yourself?"
    "It's a job, baby."
    "Don't call me baby ."
    "Why not?" He grazed his free hand up her belly and palmed
one heavy breast. Those were new, too. She hadn't quite filled out last time he
saw her, although what she'd had back then had been nice. Round and pert. He'd
had fun with them. His cock stirred at the thought.
    She nudged his hand away. "You lost that privilege."
    "That's fair." He lifted the hem of her shirt and
slid his hand up inside, letting his palm graze the silky warm skin of her
belly and travel up her ribcage to her other breast, which he quickly freed
from its lacy constraint.
    "Quit it," she said, swatting his hand away again,
but not before he'd flicked his thumb over her aroused nipple and made her
moan.
    "Why?" He ran the pad of his thumb lightly over her
jaw, chin and lips before resting his hand at the back of her neck and pulling
her down to him for a kiss.
    She was frigid at first, seeming to try so desperately not to
give in to him, but then there was her tongue, searching his mouth, and her
teeth pulling at his lips.
    He ran a hand up the bottom of her shorts and gave her ass an
appreciative squeeze.
    Nice .
    She pulled away, gasping. "Why don't you just turn me in
already? I don't want to do this."
    "Yes, you do. Besides, wouldn't you rather spend the
evening on a nice soft bed than in a holding cell? It can wait till
morning."
    "You're seriously going to turn me in?"
    He shrugged. "I obey the law. My job is to encourage
others to do the same. Let's not let that get in the way of us having a little
fun."
    She scoffed and swatted his cheek.
    He cringed at the burn. "Guess I deserved that."
    " Fun , huh? That all I am to you? A piece of ass? You haven't changed
a lick in ten years," she accused.
    He growled and rolled her over once more, pinning her against
the bed. "That what you think?"
    "It's what I know." Her expression was blasé.
Uncaring.
    That wasn't his Marilyn. He narrowed his eyes at her. "You know better
than that. I told you I loved you and I meant it."
    She held up a handcuffed wrist. "And yet…"
    "Baby, you gotta let the law do its job, or what's the
point?"
    "You really think I'm going to get a fair trial with my
accuser being the mayor's son?"
    He sat up a bit. "I didn't know that."
    "They want someone to blame. I'll do."
    "Like hell. The truth'll come out. You'll see."
    "I never pegged you as a starry-eyed optimist. I thought
that was my gig."
    He twined his fingers in her hair and shrugged. "Dunno.
Maybe having my chance to play in the sandbox overseas flipped a switch in me.
I could either just let that heaviness ride me all the time, or I could hope
things would get better." He studied the long curls in his hands,