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way. I suspect I’m acquiring
an oral fixation on you.”
    His hands pushed into her hair, massaging
her scalp. He looked down into her face. “What’s wrong with
you?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “There’s got to be something. No one’s this
perfect. Throw me a bone, will you.”
    The reminder of her conversation with Delia
tickled her and her smile deepened.
    “I had a nose job.” She touched the bridge.
“There was a bump here and I had it shaved down. I can’t dance. I
have no rhythm whatsoever. Can’t sing either. Roz says I sound like
cats fucking.”
    Raze erupted into laughter.
    She grinned back at him.
    He leaned his cheek against the top of her
head. “I’m a guy with issues. You could do so much better.”
    “Maybe I will, when you try the flower thing
with someone else.”
    “Fair enough.” Gripping her ass, he hauled
her up against him. “How was your day?”
    “I went shopping. And bought you a
surprise.”
    “Oh? Lemme see.”
    “Not yet. And you? Work go all right?”
    He nodded and visibly clammed up.
“Yeah.”
    Running her hand over his head, she smiled.
“Don’t worry. I won’t ask.”
    “Why not?”
    “Both my dad and brother are cops. I know
the drill. When you can talk about it—when you want to talk
about it—I’m here. And... I knew something about your job was
eating at you yesterday. I understand not wanting to talk about
it.”
    “You peg me for law enforcement?”
    “Am I wrong?” she challenged.
    Cupping her face, he kissed her. “No. Not
really.”
    She let him back away and resumed putting
the flowers in a vase. “Make yourself at home.”
    “That’s easy to do. Your place is as
beautiful as you are.” His voice faded as he moved into the living
room.
    Kim leaned heavily into the counter,
breathing carefully in and out. He was such a force of nature and
her hunger for him was outside the scope of her experience. She’d
never had relationship issues, never had any problem with
commitment or affection or sexual attraction. But this... It was
like being hit with a Mack truck every time. “Did you forget to
bring a movie?”
    “No.” He looked across the open floor plan
at her and pulled a DVD case out of where he’d tucked it in the
waistband of his jeans at the small of his back. “I’ll show you
mine, if you show me yours.”
    “Umm... sounds fun.” She carried the flower
arrangement into the living room and set it on an end table.
“Whatcha got?”
    “ The Unforgiven .”
    “Huh? Who’s in it?”
    “Clint Eastwood. Morgan Freeman. Gene
Hackman.” He handed her the case.
    “Oh.” Her mouth curved ruefully.
    “What?”
    “There’s something else wrong with me: I’m
not a fan of westerns.”
    His eyes were warm with amusement. “Give it
thirty minutes. If you’re not enjoying it, I’ll entertain you
another way.”
    “I can go for that.” Yum. She licked
her lips.
    “And yours?” He crossed his arms and looked
sexy as hell. “What are you putting on the table?”
    “ Gabriel. Have you seen it?”
    Raze’s mouth opened, hung that way for a
moment, then closed again. His lips twitched. “Angels?”
    She deflated. “You’ve seen it.”
    “Probably not the same story,” he said
wryly. “What’s it about?”
    “Fallen angels who kick some serious— What’s
so funny?”
    He tried to wipe the smile off his mouth
with his hand. “Do they turn into vampires?”
    “Who? The angels? No. It’s not a comedy, you
know. It’s dark and gritty.”
    “Gotcha.” But he was clearly still very
amused.
    “Then again...” She thought about it. “That
might actually be a cool story. Maybe some werewolves, too? Like Underworld with angels? Could be interesting.”
    Laughing, he picked her up and spun her
around. His delight spurred her own and she found herself laughing
with him.
    “You’re crazy, Raze. You know that?”
    “About you.” He took her mouth in a
breathless kiss.
     
    * * *
     
    Kim ended up liking The Unforgiven ,
as Raze had