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he had strapped at his waist. He had the ability to cloud
her judgment and her senses just by being in the same room. He
hadn’t been lying. He really was a cop.
    She swallowed painfully, looking at the
evidence in front of her face before meeting his laughing eyes. “So
I guess you really are a cop?”
    Tara burst out into laughter, and Bayleigh
scowled at her friend.
    “Want to see my handcuffs?”
Bayleigh felt the heat rush to her cheeks at the memory of what
he’d promised to do with those cuffs and she straightened her
shoulders, more determined than ever to keep pushing him away.
    “Goodbye, Cade.”
    “Goodbye, Bayleigh,” he mimicked in the same
tone of voice and winked as he left her shop.
    “Helloooo? Bayleigh?” Tara said, waving her
hand in front of her face to get her attention. “You want to tell
me what’s going on?”
    “Nothing is going on. That man is driving me
crazy.”
    “He’s obviously doing a good job of it. I’ve
been trying to get your attention for a good five minutes.”
    “I think I’m going to go home,” Bayleigh
said.
    The sensations pulsing through her body made
it difficult to function, much less think. There was no way she’d
be any help in the shop for the rest of the day, and she didn’t
have any appointments scheduled that needed her personal
attention.
    “Good, why don’t you take that blue silk gown
with you? Your new neighbor seemed partial to it.”
    “You’re not helping, Tara.” Bayleigh grabbed
her purse and the light sweater she’d worn that morning, trying to
remember where she’d put her car keys. Tara reached into the drawer
under the counter and handed them to her.
    “What were they doing in there?” Bayleigh
asked.
    “You tossed them in there when you were
looking for an envelope,” she answered. “You know he’s not going to
leave you alone until he has what he wants. That man has Alpha
written all over him. I don’t suppose he has a brother, does
he?”
    “Three, I think. I’m sure the Neanderthal
runs in the family.”
    “As long as he’s good in bed, then I can do
without the stimulating conversation for a while.”
    Bayleigh hmmmed noncommittally, wondering if
her need for stimulating conversation and friendship was because
she’d never had the satisfaction in the bedroom. Maybe she was
looking at this all wrong. Or maybe she was looking for any excuse
at all to give herself permission to give into Cade’s demands.
    ***
    She spent her afternoon off watching old
movies and working on some of the exclusive pieces Becca Whitson
had ordered, thinking of the day she’d be able to design her own
pieces. She decided being alone with her thoughts for the afternoon
had left her nothing but confused and wanting. Her body was primed
and damned if her vibrator was taking the edge off like she needed
it to.
    She’d finally thrown on a pair of old pajama
pants and an old Texas Rangers jersey and decided to call it a
night when the doorbell rang. It was well after nine o’clock at
night, and she rarely got visitors this late unless one of her
neighbors had an emergency and needed help. She grabbed her robe
and was just tying it when she answered the door.
    “Nice robe,” Cade said, eyeing her from head
to toe before stepping inside as if he owned the place. “I’ve never
seen flannel in a patter quite like that before.”
    “Umm, you can’t just come in without an
invitation.”
    “You invited me earlier today,” he said,
tossing a DVD in her direction as he roamed around the house,
looking things over, and mentally dissecting her decorating
choices. “You asked if I wanted to watch a movie. Here I am.”
    “Porn doesn’t count,” Bayleigh said, rolling
her eyes as he went to all of her windows and began lowering the
blinds.
    “I wouldn’t bring porn. At least not on the
first date.”
    “So this is your idea of a date?”
    She followed him into the living room and
watched as he dropped down on the couch and picked up the