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across her breasts then
past her shoulder to the window where Mollino was probably snoozing in a
post-coital haze.
    "Warn me away from Mollino?"
she asked. "Since when do detectives follow up on harassment calls?"
    His gaze returned to her, remained on her
face for a few seconds then wandered down to her exposed breasts again. She
should be annoyed, or at least embarrassed. But she could only be annoyed and
embarrassed if she was ashamed of her body and didn't want this man to see her
semi-naked. Neither was the case.
    "This isn't just any harassment
complaint," said Nick. His voice was guttural and he clenched his fists at
his side. A tiny muscle twitched in his jaw and the hot stare returned to her
eyes and locked there.
    She took a step toward him, narrowing the
space between them. A few more steps and she'd be able to touch him, rake her
nails down his hard chest and brush the scar beneath his eye. Would he let her?
She had no doubt that he wanted her to, it was more a matter of would he allow himself to. Every muscle seemed tightly sprung, straining under his
self-control.
    What would it take to make him lose it? Her
lips on his naked thigh? Or something more original?
    "You're investigating Mollino,"
she said, putting two and two together when she forced her brain to work on
what he'd said. "What's he done?"
    She took another step towards the
delectable detective and watched his knuckles turn white. It was only a small
indication, but she knew every physical sign of a man torn by desire, and he
was displaying all of them.
    How many signals was she giving off? Probably
every single one because she wanted him. Would he agree to spend one night with
her? Just to get her libido back on track so she could resume her normal life. These
last six months hadn't been much fun but no matter what she'd tried, she
couldn't drag herself out of the rut. No one was even remotely interesting
enough to tempt her.
    "I can't tell you," said Nick. "Police
business."
    She nodded. "Must be fraud."
    He lifted one eyebrow.
    She shrugged. "I called around. You're
with the Major Fraud unit."
    The other brow joined its mate and he
watched her for a beat. "Why so much interest?"
    Lucy took two more steps closer, bringing
the top of her head only inches from his shoulder. Her nipples, clad only in
her bra, almost skimmed against his shirt and she wished she'd closed that gap
so she could feel the rough fabric on her tender skin. Every hair on her arms
sat up in response, every muscle twitched to touch him. She resisted. For now,
she wanted to soak him in. An easy job for a man so sexually intoxicating.
    He glared down at her, his face set hard
like carved rock, his lips drawn tight. It was his bad cop look. She'd seen it
many times on the cops she used to work with and on the ones she'd met through
her business dealings in later years. As cop faces went, his was the meanest. That
scar and the unblinking, near-black eyes would intimidate any suspect into
collaborating.
    But it didn't intimidate her. She saw it
as a challenge. It was his barrier and she was going to break it down.
    "I've got a proposition to
make," she said, keeping her voice at humming level. "I get to keep
the photos I took tonight and you get one night of pure ecstasy."
    He made a small sound in the back of his
throat, barely audible. But his face didn't change. Impressive composure. Man
of steel. Usually those words, spoken with the just the right amount of
huskiness, drove the guys wild. But he stood still and showed no sign of giving
in.
    What was wrong with him?
    "Why?" His eyes bored into
hers, unnerving her. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
    "I, um, because I want to keep my
photos." She straightened. "This is my business and I need
them."
    He shook his head. "You get to keep
them anyway. I don't want them." His gaze slid off hers to the window. "I'm
just warning you not to come back again. I don't want this investigation to be
jeopardized because a little hussy of a PI