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shivered in the cold, I barely knew what I was doing before I unraveled my scarf and wrapped it around her shoulders. I needed to protect her. She’d looked up at me and I’d been lost. Kissing her felt natural and inevitable, compelled to taste her, to hold her.
    Now here we were. She was still sound asleep and snoring softly. I had never felt so protective of anyone, and I’d never been more attracted to a woman. She turned me on tucking a curl behind her ear, laughing. Hell, she turned me on just being in my general vicinity.
    Quaid’s jibe at me a week earlier still rang in my ears. He’d made a crack about how popular I’d always been with women. He wasn’t wrong. When I knew a woman wanted me, I took advantage. Not of the women, but of the fact that they liked me. Mutual pleasure and not much else. I was okay with that. If I was being honest, I didn’t have time for romance and roses.
    But this girl…she was something else. She wasn’t like any of the others. Even with only a week’s worth of memories to her name, she had more depth and intelligence than all of the other women I’d dated put together. And oh so mouthwateringly sexy, how could I resist her?
    Because you have to , a voice in my head chided. This is wrong. You’ve gone too far.
    The thought of kicking her out of bed and never seeing her again sent pangs through my chest. A sharp, physical ache that could only be quenched with a detailed exploration of her body. I’d have to find some other way around our situation, because forgetting her wasn’t a possibility.
    She stirred in my arms, like my thoughts were distressing to her. I kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then her cheek. She smiled and flipped towards me.
    “Mmmm, good morning,” she mumbled sleepily. Her short curls were sticking up in all directions and she looked adorable.
    “Good morning,” I replied. “How was your night?”
    “Well, it was better than sleeping on Ava’s sofa,” she joked. Then she looked at me. I was only covered up to the waist with a sheet. “Yes,” she said as her eyes traveled along my chest and up to my face. “Much better than the sofa.”
    I laughed at her candor. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I told her.
    I had an appointment that morning, and asked her if she wanted to stop off for breakfast before I dropped her off at the apartment. She declined, telling me that she thought her friend might feel better if she came home sooner rather than later.
    “I was missing for a little while before she found me. I don’t want to give her a heart attack.”
    Ten minutes later, I dropped Preslee off and went on my way.
    I felt guilty for lying to her, more evidence of how far she’d gotten under my skin. I didn’t actually have an appointment exactly. Getting to know Preslee and hearing about her ordeal persuaded me to find answers. I planned on shaking answers out of the detectives in charge of her case. So far, they’d been useless. That was about to change. Preslee deserved justice. She deserved much more than that, but this was the one I could focus on right now.
    Stepping into the squat, square building, I was greeted by off-white walls that blended into equally hideous tile floors. I approached the officer at the desk. A bored frown flashed across her face at my approach.
    “Good morning.” I gave her my most charming and polite smile. “Could you direct me to the detectives in charge of the Preslee Keats case?”
    “Preslee Keats?” she asked, not unkindly.
    “Yes. The accident itself took place several months ago, in early November. I’m a friend of hers and was hoping to learn more about what the police discovered. Are there any particular detectives assigned to the case?”
    She looked at her computer screen, her expression clearly saying that she had better things to do than answer my questions. “It looks like Krazelburg and Gracen were assigned. I’ll let them know you’re here to speak with them. Please have a