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possible. “Does that mean Garrett had this same chat with you?”
    â€œTwice.”
    Katelyn had to suppress a smile again. “I’ll bet those were interesting conversations, especially considering you two are the same rank.”
    Joe appeared to suppress a smile of his own. “And am I supposed to believe you held something back because I outrank you?”
    â€œBusted.” She finished off her beer, tossed the bottle into a recycling bin and unstrapped the slide holster from around her waist. “Present levity and warm fuzzy feelings aside, if you hurt Brayden, I’ll make you pay.”
    â€œLike I said, he’s lucky to have you.” He tipped his head toward the windows in the living room. “Don’t stand in here too long.”
    Because someone might already be watching them. If the killer hadn’t already scoped them out, then he or she would be doing it very soon. It was best not to be in his direct line of fire when that happened.
    He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost midnight. We’ve got an early morning ahead of us.”
    â€œShould we turn off all the lights?” she asked, going into the bedroom ahead of him. She placed her slide holster on the nightstand next to her badge, primary weapon and the communicator that she’d already turned off. Then Katelyn stepped into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
    â€œNo. We should look…active,” Joe responded. “That way, it’ll convince a killer that we’re on our way to becoming a bride and groom.”
    â€œToo bad I don’t have a pair of those blow-up dolls we could parade past the window every now and then.” She paused, and was thankful she wasn’t in the same room with him so he could see the blush rise on her cheeks. “I’m so sorry I said that.”
    He chuckled softly. An incredibly sexy male sound that made her want to pound her head against the wall.
    This was going to be such a long week.
    From the mirror, she watched Joe add his two gunsand his badge to the nightstand, making the rather small piece of furniture look even smaller under the arsenal. He had his shirt halfway stripped off before he stopped and snagged her gaze. “I don’t have pajamas. If you’re the blushing sort, you might want to look away.”
    Yeah, right. She was about a hundred percent certain her eyes had no intention of cooperating with that suggestion. She didn’t even fight it. Katelyn watched his reflection. A not-so-cheap thrill. And had the privilege of seeing him toss that shirt aside. At least a dozen muscles flexed in his arms and chest as they responded to the simple gesture.
    A simple gesture that caused her mouth to go dry.
    Mercy.
    She forced herself to finish brushing her teeth and even looked away when his pants came off. Well, briefly looked away. She thanked her lucky stars that he kept on a pair of dark blue boxers.
    â€œWill this temporary housekeeping arrangement cause any personal problems for you?” he asked.
    â€œIf that’s a subtle way of asking me if I’m involved with anyone, the answer’s no.” It made her sound like a social leper. Which wasn’t really that far off the mark. Rather than remind him that most men weren’t turned on by a woman packing a badge and a couple of Glocks, Katelyn went for levity. “My last boyfriend was a sex therapist who broke up with me because he said I was too aggressive in bed.”
    She paused a heartbeat before she let their gazesconnect again. Yep. The startled look on his face had been worth it. “It’s a joke,” she let him know.
    Other than a slight sound of amusement, that was his only other reaction. So much for levity. When she went into the bedroom, he strolled into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
    â€œActually, my last boyfriend was an accountant who broke up with me because he said I was too wrapped up in my job,” she confessed and