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was something that Grey wasn’t telling him, and he didn’t know why.
    Did she do it? He wondered, just for a moment.
    He looked her over again.
    No way, he thought.
    Am I telling myself that because I want to push up her dress and see what her thighs feel like on my face? he thought, blushing despite himself.
    “You said that you use the alley as a shortcut?” he asked.
    Grey nodded.
    “It’s probably stupid,” she said. “Well, it’s obviously stupid,” she muttered. “I found a dead body.”
    “Is it actually shorter than taking the street?” he asked.
    She sighed, blowing a strand of blond hair from her face.
    “Probably not,” she said. “It might just feel shorter.”
    “Where does your friend live?”
    “You know that big apartment building that’s over near First and Sierra?” she asked. “The Regent, I think it’s called?”
    Dane nodded.
    “She lives there,” she said.
    Dane tapped his pencil in frustration. There was still something , but having her here was clouding his judgement, making it hard for him to focus on whatever was wrong.
    Then she looked up at him, and he felt like he was drowning in the blue pools of her eyes.
    Fuck it , he thought. Try again later. Whatever it is, it’s not coming right now .
    “Well, that should do it for now,” he said, clicking off the recording equipment and standing.
    “That’s it?” she asked.
    “It’s a start,” he admitted. “I’m not sure how much closer we are to catching whoever did this. It sounds like you just got unlucky.”
    “I could’ve gotten unluckier,” she pointed out.
    True , thought Dane.
    “Can I drive you home?” Dane asked.
    He could have sworn he saw her turn slightly pink.
    Stop it, he thought. You’re seeing what you want to see, and you absolutely cannot so much as look at her funny until this investigation is over. You haven’t even proved that she didn’t do it.
    “I’m not a suspect?” she asked.
    Dane did smile, that time.
    “Should you be?” he teased. “Anything you didn’t tell me?”
    For a moment, her face faltered, and then she smiled again. Dane felt that single tick of suspicion one more time, then banished it.
    “Come on,” he said, opening another door for her. “You must be exhausted.”
    She nodded, her blond hair bouncing in front of Dane.

Chapter Two

    Grey

    Don’t go , Grey told herself. Not after last night. What are you, insane?
    She stirred her baked potato soup, letting the steam rise into her face. It was still too hot to eat, but she inhaled its scent — just like mom made.
    Stay in tonight, for once.
    She walked into her living room, put her soup on the coffee table, and turned the TV on, flipping through game shows and sitcom re-runs. Anything to take her mind off of the dirty, smoky room that she didn’t need to go back to.
    Not only did you nearly lose three hundred bucks, you lied to that hot policeman , she scolded herself.
    Thinking of Detective Sorenson, she blushed. He’d said for her to call him Dane, but thinking of him by his first name just felt... wrong, somehow. He was investigating her case, and even if he’d told her that she wasn’t a suspect, Grey was anything but an idiot.
    She’d found the body, and there hadn’t been anyone else around. Whoever found the body was always a suspect, and that was that, no matter what a sexy tall detective with the most serious brown eyes she’d ever seen might say.
    Grey blew on her soup, trying to cool it off, the remote in one hand. For a moment she paused on local news, but it was reused footage. Behind the reporter, she could see the black plastic bag that had held that guy’s body, and her stomach flopped over inside her.
    She flipped the channel and took a bite of soup.
    It’s only eight-thirty , she thought. They’re only just getting started.
    Besides, you came out ahead last night. You’re up almost $300, so if you lose some money, it’s fine. You’ll be right back where you started .
    She flipped