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what interns are for. And seriously, I can get you a date with Subby Cathy.”
    Her cell trilled and Derek sent a silent thank you to whoever was calling her. The minute she got back to work mode, she would forget about trying to fix his life.
    Her face went bright red. “What do you mean they towed my Benz? Damn it. I am not behind on my payments. I own that fucking car. I am going to ruin someone. You tell them to stop. I don’t care what you have to do. Throw your body in front of the truck. Offer the man a blow job. What do you mean he’s already gone?”
    She was screaming into her cell as she stormed from the room.
    Just as the door closed, he noticed Karina sitting at Keller’s desk. She looked up from the computer she absolutely shouldn’t be using and the sexiest, most evil grin split her face as Maia stomped by. Yeah, he shouldn’t have been worried. Karina didn’t need him to protect her from Maia. She could do that all on her own.
    He was surrounded by crazy bitches. He didn’t even want to know what Karina had done to get Maia’s car towed.
    The door closed and Derek was left in blissful silence. He knew he had to change his pants before he made his meeting with the captain, but he sat for a moment, letting the scent of Karina’s arousal relax him.
    There was something oddly peaceful about it.
     

Chapter Four
    Karina turned into her Deep Ellum apartment complex and cursed the day her building decided to go all egalitarian on the parking spaces. Karina had only heard the rumor that there had been assigned parking at one time, but it was a dream. She groaned as she drove past the aisle closest to her and then decided to give it up. She always ended up in the damn back.
    She parked her Jeep and grabbed the groceries she’d bought. She hoped the lieutenant liked chicken and dumplings because she was in need of some comfort food.
    He was coming over. To her apartment. Had she cleaned? She kept the place fairly neat, but sometimes when she was working a case things got a little disorganized. A lot disorganized. She glanced at her watch. Five thirty. Derek had texted her he was leaving work early. She had a whole thirty minutes before he got here. She needed to clean up, wipe down the countertops, maybe get rid of the boxes of old Chinese food that had been decorating the shelves of her fridge for way longer than they should have.
    Maybe she should put on some lip gloss. She should definitely change. Or should she? She was just going to cook. She wouldn’t want to get sauce all over her clothes. Did she even own an apron? Definitely lip gloss and maybe some mascara.
    Stop. Halt. Cease that line of thought.
    She just managed to not trip on the curb as she walked toward the door to her building. She couldn’t think that way. This wasn’t some date. Brighton wasn’t coming over for dinner and a movie and a heavy make-out session. He was coming over because they were working together and the minute the case was over, he would be out of her life, so she needed to be a smart girl and stay the fuck off his lap. Even though it had been a ridiculously nice lap. He had the sort of lap made for a sub to spend hours over with her bare ass in the air. Some Dom’s laps were all knees and bony thighs, but Brighton had strong legs. He was big enough that she’d been comfortable lying there.
    And the way he’d manhandled her afterward. He’d just picked her up and flipped her over without a single strain in those muscular arms of his. For that one moment, she’d felt delicate and lovely and petite against him. She wasn’t a small girl. Never had been. She’d always carried a little extra weight, but Derek hadn’t seemed to notice.
    She stopped in front of the door and took a long breath. Liam and Sean were still in her apartment. She couldn’t walk inside all hot and bothered. They weren’t dumb men. They would know what had happened, and she really wanted to keep that private.
    A little glint came off the door