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pair of his socks.
    Madison ducked into his room and hurried over to the dresser. Sock drawer. Which one would it be? There was just one way to find out. She pulled open the top drawer.
    “Hmm.” She lifted up a pair of green plaid boxers and dropped them right back in the drawer. There was one mystery solved. Gabe was a boxers man.
    The second drawer she hit the jackpot. At least ten pairs of blindingly white socks lay waiting. She picked up a pair and unrolled it from its perfect ball.
    “ Yikes. ” Her fingers ran along the length of the sock and she found herself wondering if that whole foot and penis comparison was true. If it was, she was a very lucky girl. Or would be if he ever gave in.
    She started to shut the drawer when her eyes caught a glint of silver buried under all the white. What was this? She reached in and pulled out the cold metal.
    Well, well, well. Officer Martinez kept a pair of handcuffs in the bedroom, did he? Hmm. And here she’d thought he didn’t have a kinky side.
    These might come in handy. She grabbed the cuffs, stuffed them under her sweater and shut the drawer. She heard the shower turn off and bolted out of his room back into hers.
    Her suitcase still lay open, so she threw the cuffs in and zipped it up. She had just pulled on Gabe’s socks when he appeared in the doorway.
    “Hi. I’m borrowing a pair of your…” she trailed off as her eyes ran down his nude—well, almost nude—body.
    The towel around his waist was an inadequate fit and left little to the imagination. Madison’s hand drifted over the sock covering her foot and she made the mental comparison again. She stifled a groan.
    “Your socks,” she managed to croak out. “I forgot mine.”
    His glance fell to her foot and he raised an eyebrow.
    “They look a little big.”
    “Yes, I thought so, too.”
    “I just wanted to make sure you were ready. Let me throw on some clothes and we can head out.”
    She watched him leave, staring at his fabulous ass. It looked like granite under that towel. How could she ever have mistaken that robber’s butt for Gabe’s? She shivered as disgust swept over her.
    Best not to go there now. She’d have enough of the Bandit issue when they got to the station. She pulled on a pair of black boots with a three-inch heel, sprayed on some perfume, and went to wait in the living room.
    While Gabe finished dressing, she studied the photographs on the wall. She’d seen more photos around the house, but these were blown up to almost poster size, great black and white scenic shots. One was of a ferry on Puget Sound with the mountains in the background, another of the Seattle skyline. And the last one was of a lady, who seemed to be in her early fifties, admiring the tulip fields.
    The last photo drew her attention the most. The photographer had captured the spirit of this woman. She looked strong, satisfied, and at the same time resigned. The picture had been taken by someone who loved her very much.
    “You ready?” he asked as he slipped a jacket on. He followed her gaze to the wall.
    “What a wonderful picture. Do you know who she is?”
    Gabe opened the front door and gestured for her to leave the house before him.
    She brushed past him, wondering if he would just ignore her question. It wasn’t until they were underway to the station that he answered her.
    “The woman in the photo was my aunt.”
    “Your aunt?” She really shouldn’t have been surprised. When she brought up the image of the photo in her head again, the resemblance between the woman and Gabe was obvious.
    “How long were you with your boyfriend?”
    “Huh?” She blinked. Wow, talk about left field.
     
    Gabe had wanted to change the subject from his aunt. With the growing curiosity about her former relationship, the question had just slipped out. “You said you were looking for rebound sex, right? How long were you with the guy?”
    “Oh. A couple of years. We met in college down in Oregon. Since I moved back