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He left.

Beside her Logan chuckled, and she looked at him sharply. His lips were curved into a smile. At least the tension seemed to have left him. “I think Jack just got a glimpse of my fantasy girl. Nice to know she’s still there, hiding under all that sweetness and light.”

“I am sweet.”

“No, you’re not. You just feel you have to pretend.” He nodded to where Jack was disappearing down the road rather quickly. “I’m surprised he didn’t stick around. I wouldn’t leave my woman with someone like me.”

“I’m not his woman. Whatever Jenny told you, there’s nothing between us. We had one date two weeks ago, and I haven’t been out with him since.”

“Why?”

None of your goddamned business.But she kept the words inside. She was good at that, but it was getting harder and harder. Instead she took a deep, calming breath. “I didn’t think it was right to see him while…” She wasn’t sure how to end that.

“While you were fucking me.”

Her lips tightened, but in fact, she rather liked the straight talking; she was sick of prevaricating over everything. “Exactly.” Though that wasn’t the only reason. She’d known Jack a long time, and she’d never had the urge to jump him, never had to curl her hands into fists to stop herself reaching out for him. Logan might not be right for her, but after what she had felt with him, she wouldn’t settle.

She sighed. “Jack’s a friend. I guess I’m realizing that if he was meant to be anything else, it would have happened by now.”

“You mean like us. Five minutes after our eyes met, you were in my arms.”

It had been like a blast of lightning. Lust at first sight. One look and she’d known she wanted him.

“Now all you need is to find a nice, suitable man who makes you feel like that.”

“Good plan.”

“Except, I don’t think you like nice, suitable men. I don’t think sensible gets your pussy all hot and wet.” He leaned in closer. “I think Sergeant Abigail Parker has a secret hankering for bad boys.”

She didn’t answer. What was there to say? That her secret hankering was for just the one bad boy?

After a few seconds he stepped back and stood looking down at her. “I actually came here today to tell you I was happy you’d found someone suitable. I told myself it was the right thing to do. But I find that I’m not capable of being quite that civilized yet.” He gave her a feral smile. “And it would be a fucking lie. I don’t want him touching you. And I certainly don’t want him fucking you.”

Again, she totally failed to think of anything intelligent to say.

She shook her head. She needed to go home before she caved and begged him to take her somewhere, anywhere, and touch her. More than touch her. She wanted to forget all the reasons why they shouldn’t be together. Lose herself for a while. Loosen the strictures that wrapped around her life, so she could breathe again.

“But I’m working on it,” he said. Reaching out, he stroked a hand down her cheek. “We’ll work this out. And in the meantime, I’ll keep out of your way.”

He turned and walked away. Then he was gone, and she was left behind, staring after him, her heart aching.

Chapter Thirteen

She closed the door gently behind her, because otherwise she would have slammed it.

Jack was loitering in the station hallway, an expression of sympathy on his face. “You didn’t get it?”

“No,” she snapped. They had turned down her application for the detective bureau, hinting that she needed to be more circumspect with her personal life. A detective must be above reproach.

Assholes.

They had to be kidding.

And she’d sat there and taken it. Because what else could she do?

She couldn’t believe it.

Well, unfortunately she could. But she was still seriously pissed off about it.

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