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been a really rough morning shifted into something else entirely, except he wasn’t sure exactly what.
    Not only was he running on less than two hours of sleep, he was he looking into the face of the reason for that lack of sleep.
    The sexiest reason he’d ever had…
    And there hadn’t been a wink of sleep involved. Nope, it’d been a physically active sleepover, and just thinking about it had certain parts of his anatomy twitching to life, though those certain parts should be dead after the night they’d had.
    Christ.
    He knew he shouldn’t have answered his damn cell this morning. He hadn’t been scheduled to work today. In fact, he’d planned on hanging out with his brother Cord, recently injured on one of Uncle Sam’smissions. Today’s physical therapy was to have involved the beach, with a net and a volleyball and some good-old-fashioned ass kicking.
    But dead bodies always trumped days off, so here he was. It was what he did. Work.
    His job took over much of his life, and it wasn’t as if he was petting puppies for a living. Murder and mayhem was his thing, and he was good at it.
    But sometimes it got to him.
    And in this case, she got to him. Bella, with those slay-me eyes, heart-stopping smile and tough-girl attitude, got to him.
    â€œJacob?” she whispered.
    â€œYeah.” They knew each other’s first names, that they both liked adventure and seafood and that they had physical chemistry in shocking spades. He’d held her, he’d touched her. Hell, he’d had his mouth on every inch of her.
    He knew he liked her.
    A lot.
    That had been the biggest surprise, he thought, considering the fact that the guys at the P.D. had signed him up for the date in the first place. As soon as he’d realized he’d been set up, he’d canceled out his singles club profile, but there’d already been one date planned and it’d been too late to cancel on her. Bella.
    He wasn’t sorry. Or he hadn’t been until she’d walked away sometime before dawn. He’d told himself that had been for the best and, considering her line about moving to Siberia, had figured he’d never see her again.
    And yet here she sat, in the middle of his crime scene, looking anxious and stressed. He’d never been able to walk away from a perfect stranger, much less a woman he’d had panting and coming beneath him, so with a sigh, he reached for her hand. “Bella.”
    Her fingers, icy cold, gripped his. In complete contrast, she kept her voice even. Guts. She had guts.
    â€œI have a little problem, don’t I?” she asked.
    He found his lips curving slightly. “Little bit, yeah.”
    Letting out a long breath, she pulled her hair out of its messy ponytail. Wild waves immediately fell in her face. “I tend to do that, you know,” she said, trying to corral the hair back into the ponytail holder. “Walk into problems.”
    Shit, he did not want to know this. “Define ‘problems.’”
    She blew out another breath.
    â€œBella.” He waited until she leveled him with those eyes. “Dead-people problems?”
    â€œOh, my God. No. ” She rubbed her temples. “I really should have stayed in Cabo. That’s where I was before this. The kayaking was good, and I was learning how to make the most amazing strawberry-and-honey friand—”
    â€œBella, about the dead-people problems.”
    â€œRight. Sorry. I tend to talk when I find gunshot victims.”
    â€œAgain,” he said carefully. “Does this happen often?”
    Her gaze met his. “You’re a cop.”
    â€œDetective.”
    She nodded. “I guessed cop or military last night.”
    She’d made him? “How?”
    She sent him a wry smile. “Have you met you? You give off this I’m relaxed vibe but really you’re totally alert, taking in everything around you.”
    He took another