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supposed to think when I woke up and found you gone?”
    She pulled in a deep breath. She’d gone about this all wrong, but sleeping with her best friend was way outside her realm of experience. She had no idea what to do to get them back to the status quo, and she desperately needed to regain her balance in this crazy, messed-up situation. “I knew it would be weird between us, waking up together. I wanted to spare us both, but you’re right. I should have had the guts to face you.”
    “You say that like it’s a chore. You sure didn’t have a problem with it last night.”
    Heat flooded her cheeks, but her stomach gave a sickening lurch. “I—I know. I’m sorry.”
    He made an impatient noise. “You didn’t call me to apologize. What do you need?”
    “Help.” She kept it short and simple.
    “That’s not something I’ll argue with.”
    Her eyebrows arched, and her fingers tightened on the plastic of the phone until it creaked in protest. “Hey. That’s way out of line.”
    “Feels like shit the morning after, doesn’t it?”
    “Fine, you can punish me all you want, but I locked my keys in my car and I need you to come Slim Jim my door.” What sounded like a dozen dogs barked in the background. “Where are you?”
    “I took Diamond to the park after I woke up by myself .”
    She winced at the direct hit. “Point taken. Will you just come get me?”
    “Where are you?” He sighed and she could imagine him rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.
    “At the gas station near the corner of 16 th and H.”
    “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
    “Thank you.” She handed the phone back to the gas station attendant and hurried out to her car to lean as casually as possible against the trunk. Nothing to see here, move along now .
    Her insides had twisted themselves into tiny knots by the time his big, black SUV pulled up behind her car. Diamond hung her black-spotted head out of the passenger window, tongue lolling. Tyrone’s tall, muscular form unfolded from the driver’s seat. God, he was a beautiful man. He’d gotten his mother’s smooth cocoa skin tone and his father’s laser blue eyes. His gaze swept over her, and a tingle followed in its wake. Crossing her arms over her chest, she tried to hide the fact that her nipples had tightened to hard points. She squeezed her thighs together, but it did little to ease the damp ache between them. Why did it have to be her best friend who did this to her? It just wasn’t right.
    He was wearing his SWAT uniform already: camo Army pants, boots, a utility belt with his gun attached, and a black T-shirt with the SWAT logo embroidered over his heart. He pulled the slender metal rod that would unlock her car out of his back seat while she stayed where she was. The car was the only thing holding her upright at the moment. He approached, a predator’s grace in his long stride. He set the Slim Jim on her trunk and braced his hands on either side of her. She felt surrounded, trapped—and yet cosseted and protected. The warring emotions confused her, but her body reacted to his nearness with the same enthusiasm she’d always felt for him. He leaned forward until he met her gaze. “Lorna.”
    She shivered at the controlled anger in his voice. That was Tyrone. Barely leashed power. And it turned her on to know she’d held all that power in her arms last night. It was like riding out one hell of a storm. And she wanted to do it again and again until she couldn’t move, couldn’t think. She doubted that would sate the craving she had for his big body though. Not even fifty years of nights like she just had could do that.
    “Tyrone.” She unfolded her arms and lifted her hands in supplication to press against his wide chest. Mistake. Her hormones went wild at even that light touch. Her breath caught and her eyes slid closed. Memories washed over her in waves. His cock filling her, hard and fast. The two of them moving together on his big, soft bed. The