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detective for nine years, so there have been plenty of times I can’t say what I think. Would I have a job that long if I pointed fingers at people and told them they were guilty as hell?” He tugged a curl at her shoulder and watched it spring back into place. “I’ve got to reserve my professional opinion, but I make snap judgments on a personal level just like everybody else. I know better than to share them.”
    “Really?” She noticed the ivy tattoo around his wrist and reminded herself to ask him about it. “Does that mean you have personal opinions about me you’re not sharing, even though you have no problem telling me how I feel?”
    His eyebrows shot up. “Lady, what you don’t know about men is a lot.”
    “Didn’t I say I don’t date much?” Since her father had been too busy wheeling and dealing his way through life, Tempest had learned much of what she knew about men from soap operas. And while she adored her TV he roes, most of the men she met in real life didn’t have secret identities, evil twins with ties to underworld gangs or sordid pasts in which they were raised by Gypsies.
    “But you’ve heard the stat that men think about sex something like every ten minutes, right?”
    “I thought it was every half hour.”
    He shrugged, his T-shirt shifting along with his sculpted muscles. “It’s a lot. If you take that into account, you can probably guess that men spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about women. Yet I haven’t shared any of those thoughts with you.”
    “Sex thoughts?” The air in the apartment suddenly seemed thick. Heavy. She breathed in the male scent of him and remembered the taste of his mouth.
    “Definitely.” He turned back to the computer abruptly. “In fact, as long as I’m thinking major sex thoughts, I might as well enter my profile into the computer to see what MatingGame comes up with as a match for me.”
    “You want to find a date?” Annoyed, she wondered how he could channel sexual energy so easily from one woman to another.
    “I want to see if the system pairs me up with a legitimate date or a woman expecting to get paid for her favors.” He tapped into the Blind Date section of the site. “But the only section of the company that could really orchestrate something like this would be the Blind Date service.”
    Intrigued, Tempest watched him fill out the form about what he looked for in a woman. Interestingly, he deleted his ideas about loyalty and faithfulness.
    “You want a woman who takes pleasure in her femininity and isn’t afraid to show it off.” Tempest puzzled over the words, coming up with only a vague image in her mind. “You mean someone who wears short skirts?”
    She really hoped he wasn’t that tacky. Still, she couldn’t staunch the urge to peer down at the long cot ton dress she’s tossed on this morning because it covered her from head to toe. The fashion equivalent of body armor.
    “No. Although short skirts are never a bad thing.” A dimple puckered into his cheek even though he didn’t crack a smile. “I thought it would be too cheesy to say I’d like a woman with a closetful of lingerie.”
    Remembering the mounds of silk and lace strewn all over her apartment the day before, Tempest shrank deeper into her chair. “Very cheesy. Women want to be respected for their brains.”
    Although being drooled over for their bodies wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, either. Especially if Wes Shaw happened to be the drooler in question.
    Geez, what was she thinking? Thank God she hadn’t worn a short skirt. She needed a cynical cop in her life like she needed a few more years in the corporate world. No, thank you.
    “But now that I think about it, if I want to test the waters to see if there are women using this service to find paying customers, maybe I’d be better off sounding sex-starved. Cheesy may be the way to go.” He continuedtyping away, finally turning the monitor toward her when he finished so she could see