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she promised that before? I mean it this time, she added .
    Even after her pledge, Kennedy remained in the dryer for some time. She couldn’t be sure whether her prayer had been answered, but she couldn’t stay cramped in there forever. Shifting her weight, she started to push open the door, just as it jerked open from the other side.
    A woman screamed before she could.
    â€œI’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Kennedy apologized as she climbed out.
    The other woman turned out to be a teenager, and the sheer horror etched in her features would have been comical under different circumstances. This time, Kennedy thought it would be best not to offer an explanation. She simply handed the woman the laundry that was still draped over her and took off.
    By the time she made it home, it was well after one in the morning. To her surprise and relief, Eve accepted her excuse of having missed the bus and having had to catch a ride with a colleague….
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    â€œMommy, isn’t this our stop?” Tommy asked.
    Kennedy jumped again, but quickly got her bearings. “Yes, sweetie. Go ahead and pull the cord. Jimmy, are you ready?”
    His two dimples appeared as he nodded and Kennedy had to resist the urge to pinch his chubby cheeks. Despite his cheerful presence, she was as jumpy as a preteen at a horror movie. She had to keep telling herself there was nothing to worry about. No one had seen her that night. She might as well relax.
    She held hands with both boys and led them down the aisle. But, as she hurried, her purse strap snaggedon something and jerked her back. She turned to pry the straps loose, but stopped cold when her gaze met a murderer’s.

Chapter 4
    A aliyah Hunter clenched her teeth while her anger simmered. She knew damn well that Det. Collier had heard her asking him for an interview. She didn’t have much time before other members of the press arrived on the scene. She’d already tried talking to the other members of the police force on the scene, and they’d all told her that they weren’t able to comment at this time. That was a lot of crap.
    â€œI have to figure out some way to get an exclusive.”
    â€œGood luck,” Reggie Weiss, her cameraman, said from behind her. “It seems that everyone is avoiding us like the plague.”
    She turned and flashed him an irritated glare. “I’m quite aware of that. Thank you.”
    Reggie shrugged. “Forgive me for stating the obvious.”
    Aaliyah returned her attention to the crime scene, and particularly to Det. Collier. Maybe she should have thought twice before crossing him. She shook her head to dispel any thoughts of wrongdoing on her part. Hell, she’d just been doing her job. Why couldn’t people understand that?
    A cool breeze ruffled her hair and sent chills down her spine. She cursed. There had to be something she could do here other than freezing her butt off.
    â€œYou know, there’s always the possibility that they really don’t have any information,” Reggie offered. “I’d say, judging by your friend’s expression, that he doesn’t know what the hell happened out here.”
    â€œGreat. Are you suggesting that we now do our investigative reports by reading body language?”
    â€œHey, there’s no reason to take my head off. I’m not the one who burned the bridges.”
    He was right, she realized. Her gaze locked on Collier. He was a fine specimen of a man. At six foot two, he had a body of a pro athlete, and a face of a movie star. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t be attracted to him? Even now, as she stared at him, she could feel her pulse quickening. In truth, when she’dmade the decision to reedit her exclusive interview with him six months ago, it had been a direct result of a lovers’ quarrel—for him, a one-night stand.
    A slow smile curved her lips. It hadn’t been easy to seduce the dedicated detective, but the