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whatever. We’ll have dinner, have a glass of wine, I’ll tell you about the lacy red bra I’m wearing—”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouted. “That is totally unfair.”
    “I know. But you’re a man, and men are easy when it comes to sex. Trust me, you’ll see this bra and you’ll give in. Laws of nature.” She handed him the platter sitting on the stove. “Take this to the table while I get dishes.”
    He marched to the dining area grumbling about manipulation and trickery. If he thought this was manipulation, wait until she got him naked. “Sergeant, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
    From the dining area, he laughed, but not his normal laugh. This one was low and tight. Frustrated. “You know what? Forget it. You’re on, Jo.”
    He stormed back to the kitchen, pushed her against the wall and kissed her. Her mind exploded, every nerve ending sending signals. Here. Not here. Yes. No. All at once they hit her, but she wrapped her arms around him and held on while his kisses incinerated her. Literally fried her mind. No more deep freeze, that’s for sure .
    Then his hands were under her shirt in search of the red lace she’d promised.
    “There it is,” he said. He lifted her shirt, pulled it over her head and tossed it on the counter. His gaze zeroed in on the bra and he grinned. Shark Gabe . “Nice, but take it off. I want the real goods.” He spun her around, unhooked the bra and pressed his body against her, pinning her to the wall. From behind, he clasped her hands and squeezed. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    Still being a good guy. I’m so gone . Racing tingles shot down her legs and she caught her breath, held it a second to enjoy the swirling heat consuming her.
    Mr. August.
    He’s so much more .
    She eased her body from the wall and slowly turned. He kept his gaze on her face. Oh, she knew he wanted to look at her naked torso, but he waited for her to answer. She went on tiptoes and kissed him. Softly. Not like the last one, or the one the other night that should have set the place on fire. This one was gentle and lingering, and she loved the experience of it.
    She backed away from the kiss, hugged him to her. “Yes. I’m sure. Bring it on, Sergeant.”
    Suddenly she was airborne, a second later landing on his shoulder. All she could do was laugh. She had, after all, teased the monster. He carried her down the short hallway to her bedroom and, along the way, used his free hand to shove her stretchy pants off.
    A multitasker. Lucky her.
    When the pants reached her ankles she kicked out of them and let them drop to the floor.
    He kicked the half-closed bedroom door open, got to the bed and put his hands on her back. Gently, he lowered her and stepped back. The wall sconces from the hallway illuminated him and threw shadows across the room.
    Hang on . How the hell did she get ninety-percent naked and he was still fully clothed? Not only that, his dark gaze devoured her. Up and down, up and down, up and down it went.
    “I knew it,” he said. “I knew you’d be exceptional.”
    “Thank the surgeon.”
    His head snapped back. “What?”
    She launched herself forward and unfastened his jeans. “The anticounterfeiting guru has fake boobs. Counterfeit ta-tas.”
    She cracked up. Must be the fatigue, because she’d never found that fact particularly amusing. She’d also only ever admitted it to a handful of people. Two of whom had been men.
    “Wow,” he said.
    She worked his zipper down. “I was always an A cup. Hated it. I wanted boobs, and on my twenty-third birthday decided my A cups needed a boost. Voila. They got a boost.”
    “Nice boost.”
    Again she laughed. What a conversation. “Come on, Sergeant. Let’s get this show on the road.”
    He laughed at her and kicked out of his pants. “Shit. Condom.”
    “On it.” She rolled sideways to the bedside table, flipped the lamp on and pulled out the two boxes of condoms she’d bought.
    “Jo, should I be