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CHAPTER ONE Three years laterCounty Task Force HQ, vice squad office “I ask for one lousy female and I get another grunt dug up out of who the hell knows where!” Lieutenant Ty Jamerson slammed down the file he held on the nearest surface, which happened to be his desk. Glaring at Jase, who’d had the misfortune to hand him the file, Ty grunted in male understanding. He wouldn’t kill the messenger. After years of working together, Jase knew it, too. He grinned back good-naturedly. “Maybe we can dress him in drag,” Jase offered. “Get him some falsies and get him up onstage.” He laughed heartily. “Now that’ll draw every creep outta the woodwork.” Ty ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair. He’d be glad when this assignment was over. The last three years in vice had taken its toll on him and his team. They needed to come up for air soon, or they’d morph into the seedy underworld counterparts they sought to put away. “Serious up, Jase,” Ty chastised. “We’ve lost one of our own. It’s
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CHAPTER TWO “H ow do you know for sure these girls didn’t willingly check out of their current lives for something better?” Phil moved closer to the storyboard, examining the faces of the two missing dancers and Officer Marten. The dancers looked barely old enough to be out of high school, and Officer Marten, twenty-two and just out of the academy, looked like a poster child for Teen magazine. Maybe she’d had enough, but hadn’t had the balls to face her quick-tempered lieutenant. Phil eyed Ty and swallowed hard. She’d never admit it, but the man pushed her buttons, causing her to react, instead of respond in her normal, carefully reined demeanor. “Young people are impetuous, they throw caution to the wind to chase silly dreams.” Something Phil would never do. When you lost control you gave the winds of fate latitude. Follow the plan, play by the rules, and keep focused. It worked so far and she had no intention of changing. “Here’s a few facts, Zorn.” He leaned his fists on the desk an
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CHAPTER THREE “H ere’s your paperwork. Have it turned in before you start tonight.” Phil nodded to Bud. Just like that, she filled out a sorry excuse for an application and she had a job as a cocktail waitress in a strip club. “The house rules are printed on the back of the yellow sheet, but I’m gonna tell them to you so there isn’t any misunderstanding.” Phil nodded again. “Twenty-five percent of your cocktail tips go to the house, thirty percent of extracurricular happenings go to the house.” Bud opened his mouth to continue, but Phil held her hand up. “Um, what exactly are extracurricular happenings?” She was afraid of the answer. “Lap, couch, or table dances.” She swallowed hard. “I—ah, that’s not what I was told. I was told—” “You want this job or not?” ”Yes, I do, but—” “Then understand the bottom line of the club is to please the patrons. Which brings me to another house rule. If a guy wants to buy you a drink, you let ’im. Don’t backtalk, and don’t piss them off. If you have a
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CHAPTER FOUR T y’s reaction to the revamped IA officer was immediate and basic. He wanted to fuck her. And wouldn’t have been particular about where, but the when part was now. He masked his surprise and chastised his cock for jumping so quickly to attention. She was a looker all right. Long legs, narrow waist, tits sitting way up high. Her hair was now a kaleidoscope of browns, blondes, and reds, hanging long and sexy around her shoulders. Her full lips, painted and pouty, promised all kinds of deviant diversions. Ty checked himself. She was the enemy. Plain and simple, he didn’t trust her. His gaze zeroed in on her stiffening nipples, the wide areolas visible beneath the sheer white fabric of her shirt. His cock twinged hard. He was glad for the boxer briefs he wore, lassoing the buck of his shaft. Candi cut off his view of Phil and he breathed easier. Ty glanced down at the blonde, who clung to him like a vine. While the little dancer was cute and accomplished, Ty preferred longer d
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CHAPTER FIVE “Y ou’re going to pay for that love pat, mister, with a fat tip,” Phil playfully chastised the grinning man who copped a feel every time she passed by with a loaded tray. “You’re going to pay, all right.” Ty’s deep voice cut through the grinding beat of the music. He hauled the man up by the scruff of his shirt. “How many times have I told you, Otis, no grab ass. I’m a floor manager, not a pimp.” “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to make sure if I was going to pay for a lap dance nothing jiggled.” “That one doesn’t do lap dances,” Ty informed the regular. Otis’s face fell. “Now, that’s too bad. She has a nice ass and I like the way she moves.” Ty eyed Phil as if ascertaining for himself the truth of Otis’s words. Phil winked at her lieu, barely managing to hide a smile when he cocked his brow in surprise. Like a seasoned vet, Phil leaned over, giving him the full Kat show, and served drinks to Jase and two other men at the table next to Otis’s. “Here you go, boy
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CHAPTER SIX “O fficer Zorn, are you coming on to me?” The heat in Phil’s eyes told the truth, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. He was more than intrigued—he was fascinated. Phil shook her head, sending her hair cascading down her back. Her full breasts bobbed against the confines of her skimpy top. He visualized his hand slipping up and tugging the fabric, spilling her fabulous tits out for his hands and mouth to ravage. His blood quickened. And not for the first time that night he wasn’t picky about location, only about what he wanted to do to her. “No, sir. That would be against general orders.” He inched closer, so close he felt the lurch of her heart against his chest. Dipping his mouth to the smooth skin of her neck, he whispered, “GO doesn’t apply to undercover.” He knew he played dirty the minute he ran the length of his tongue up behind her ear and nipped the soft flesh there. She moaned, arching against him. She tasted warm and sweet, like honey. His cock twinged hard.
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CHAPTER SEVEN T y stood rooted to the asphalt parking lot and watched Phil drive out of the lot in her safe, practical, and most uninspiring Taurus. The complete opposite of the woman who drove it. He had a problem, one he’d never encountered in his life. He was torn. Jesus, he felt like he’d been gut punched. The red brake lights of Phil’s car flashed as she came to a STOP sign, then disappeared into the darkness of the early morning hour. Ty’s fists clenched at his sides. When she’d exposed her body parts in the bar, his gut seized. He thought she was different. A woman who had some class and self-respect. His mother’s sunken, sallow face flashed before him. He turned back to the club and cursed out loud. His mother had raised him in the back of every strip joint from Chicago to San Francisco. Hell, she couldn’t tell Ty who his father was. Some nameless, faceless john. To this day he didn’t know why she chose to give birth to him instead of having an abortion. Why, he wondered, had s
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CHAPTER EIGHT S he fought for composure. “I’m sure your sexual prowess is legendary, Lieutenant. However, I didn’t like being a notch on a bedpost the first time. I’m sure I’d like it even less with you.” She wondered if he believed she had no interest in him. She didn’t. Ty’s smile radiated promise. Phil tried to ignore it. Warning bells shrilled in her head. She knew damn well the minute she crossed that line with Tyler Jamerson she’d regret it for the rest of her life. “Besides, sir, fraternizing is a big no-no.” Ty nodded. “You’re exactly correct. But as I explained earlier, in undercover we have our own general orders.” Phil smiled. “I know, ‘do what you have to do to survive.’” “Exactly.” She swallowed hard. His shoulder-length hair hung loose around the angles of his face, giving him the sensual look of a dark angel. His voice lowered an octave. “And right now, I think I need you to make it through the night.” “I doubt you need anyone, Lieutenant.” Ty moved closer. His tall fram
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CHAPTER NINE P hil checked her rearview mirror diligently as she worked her way through the narrow streets of her quiet neighborhood. Ty’s warnings had made the necessary impression. So did Candi’s confession regarding her dog of a supervisor. Ty. No sooner had her temper subsided than it flared again. He was a dog of the highest order. Making all daddy-daddy with little Lola, and then hitting on Phil. She gnashed her teeth. What was it about male cops not being able to keep it in their pants? With the exception of her father, she couldn’t name one faithful man. Your old man had a beat wife! Ty’s words rang in her ears. “No!” she shouted, pounding the steering wheel. Her father would never do such a thing. He was devoted to her mother and their church. He was one of the proud few who held his marriage vows close to heart. Daddy had the morals of a saint. Frustration and dislike mushroomed inside her for Ty Jamerson. Not only was he a philandering dog, he was a liar, too. She’d be sure
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CHAPTER TEN A s if she stripped every night, Phil sauntered into the dimly lit dance room, a sultry smile hovering on her lips. The same one she’d practiced for hours this afternoon in front of a full-length mirror. Even while she struggled to portray the vision of a veteran dancer, her stomach flipped so tempestuously that she fought back the urge to vomit. Then, her stiletto snagged on the carpet, and Phil choked back a scream, afraid she would lose her balance and fall flat on her face. With an effort she maintained her composure. Jase sat, arms spread out and looking a bit too comfortable, a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face and an amour snuggled in on each side of him. Ty scowled in the corner. Phil’s gaze skittered away from him and she summoned Kat. Trepidation hacked up and down her spine like an ice pick on a block of ice and she prayed her father wasn’t watching from the heavens. Swallowing hard, she forced her feet to move forward. You can do this, Phil; be
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CHAPTER ELEVEN “M y friend said I’d like you.” Phil stopped her flight from Ty and looked at the man who emerged from a shadowed alcove, her instincts on high alert. Could this be their man? “Oh really? Who’s your friend?” He smiled, the gesture reminding her of a fox. “That little blondie you just danced for.” She stepped closer to get a better look at his shadowed face. Familiarity clung to him. “Have we met?” she asked, sure they had crossed paths at some time. He stepped closer, the flashing strobe of the ceiling lights flickering across his face. He was tall, blond, her age, his face unremarkable, but still it struck a chord. A chill skittered across her skin, the familiar feeling not a warm and fuzzy one. “I think I would remember someone as beautiful as you.” Phil smiled and smoothed back her hair. “Thank you, Mr….?” “Scott, Scott Mason.” That familiar buzz zapped her brain. She knew that name, she knew this person. But how? Where? Her gut told her the memory was not a pleasant
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CHAPTER TWELVE H eadlights glowed in Phil’s rearview mirror. For the umpteenth time that night, her emotions collided. To Ty or not to Ty. Her body demanded she toss uptight Phil out the window and take a walk on the wild side named Ty Jamerson. Her gut promised a good time. Her brain? Ah, that stoic practical brain of hers. To do Ty equaled heartache. Yeah, her body said, so what’s wrong with living a little? She damped down her urge to speed away from him. Knowing Ty, he’d chase her until she stopped or the car ran out of gas. Damn him! Why couldn’t he leave her alone, stop pushing buttons she didn’t know she had, stop pushing her physically and emotionally? He had awakened a sleeping tigress in her and while it was easy to let her reign supreme as Kat in the club, she wasn’t anywhere near as comfortable allowing that bitch near Phil. Kat was insulated. Phil was vulnerable. Phil closed her eyes for a moment at a stoplight. She wanted solitude, to figure out just what the hell had hap
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN “G ive me a few minutes to shower, cowboy.” Phil hurried back to her room and Ty smiled as he walked into the family room and settled into the comfortable recliner. He might be one horny dog, but he was a master of control. His self-control was one reason he’d managed to stay alive so many years undercover. He never, ever allowed his impulses or emotions to direct his decisions. What Phil didn’t know was he had no intention of narcing on her. Her secrets were safe with him. His smile changed to a scowl. Her pain had been apparent when he questioned her about Mason. If the prick was here or his fucking friend Kyle Thompson, he’d give them both a taste of some real pain. Ty Jamerson style. He realized now just how sexually vulnerable Phil was. She had some issues, and for that reason alone he’d do his damnest to go slow and not push. He’d let her set the pace, and what happened, happened. He grinned. Patience was his friend and he knew he’d need a lot of it if he was goi
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN P hil’s knees buckled under the intensity of her orgasm. She sunk to the floor beside the recliner, breathing heavily. Her body spasmed and she licked her dry lips. She’d never experienced one before. Ty’s hard breaths touched her cheek. She looked up at him, and he grinned. “You win.” She smiled back. “I’d say we both did.” Ty ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back against the chair. Phil couldn’t help looking at his penis. His cum shimmered over the still-full organ and pooled on his hard belly. She’s been prepared to win the bet. Leaning back, she grabbed several tissues from the box she’d set on the floor behind the recliner. She set them on top of his cock, a little more forcefully than necessary. She wanted to touch him, but didn’t dare. The size and strength of him scared her. Ty slid his hand over hers, pressing it against him. He was semihard and warm. “It doesn’t bite, Phil.” She looked up to find his dark green eyes on her. She smiled sheepishly an
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN “A re you telling me you’ve hauled Lieutenant Jamerson in as a suspect?” Dettmer nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” The blood drained to Phil’s toes, causing them to tingle. Ty was a lot of things…but a murderer….? “Do you have a witness?” “The body’s still warm, with lots of people who witnessed his threats.” Phil’s brain wracked for answers. “Time of death?” “Coroner puts it sometime between three and eight A.M.” Her brain quickly processed the time Ty left her house. Her guess was it was sometime around 4:30. Shit. “Would you mind, sir, if I sat in on the interview?” He considered her request for a long moment. “Fine. Maybe you can read between the lines since you’ve been working with the man and have the experience.” “Exactly what I thought.” As they started for the interrogation room, Dettmer added, “I brought in Tony Mossa.” Oh, shit. She’d met Tony. He wasn’t nicknamed “Hardcore” for nothing. He always got what he wanted from cops who thought they were uns
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN H alfway across the parking lot, Phil heard Ty call her name. She stopped, her back rigid. She could just see that smirk on his face. The one that said, “I got to you and we both know it.” She pressed her lips into a hard line and strode away from his voice. Damn him anyway. It wasn’t about sex, it was her going with her gut. It was about doing the right thing. She hopped on her motorcycle, hit the electric ignition, and strapped on her helmet. Then she kicked into gear and sped past her stunned lieutenant. Hah! Didn’t think she had it in her to ride a bike? It was her only guiltless pleasure. Racing down the road, she didn’t give a damn if she was pulled over for exceeding the speed limit. She shook her head. Speeding? Lying to her superiors? Possibly getting a murderer off before he could be charged? “Phil, you are going downhill fast,” she muttered quietly. Who killed Scott Mason? And why? Had he bothered someone else? He was annoying, rude, and a slimeball, but that
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN “G o home, sir. It’s my day off and I’ve filled my quota of off-duty police work.” “This is personal.” Phil swept past his tall figure propped casually against her front door. She jammed the key into the lock, the force veering it off the mark. Frustrated, she shot him a look that said, “Shut up or get your lights punched out.” He cocked a dark brow at her and smiled leisurely. He looked good enough to eat. Damn him. She didn’t want this distraction. She wanted to feel sorry for herself, alone, for a little while longer. Without taking his eyes off her face, he reached down and took the keys from her hand. “Officer Zorn, you don’t ram it in like that. You’ll almost always fail in securing access.” He ran the edge of the key down her arm and across her knuckles. “For success, lubrication is desired.” He grinned at her, positioning the tip of the key at the lock entrance. He slipped it in and something inside her moved. She licked her dry lips. “As you can see,” he cont
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN “C aptain?” Twice in one day? The older man smiled a fatherly smile. When he looked past her, she realized she was being rude not to ask him in. For a brief moment, panic seized her. Ty was down the hall and the man that wanted to out him stood not twenty feet from him. The captain’s gaze swept her disheveled appearance. She felt a sudden fierce urge to protect Ty. She’d lied earlier that afternoon for Ty. Never would she have thought herself capable of working outside the letter of the law. A new respect for Ty and his men emerged. They weren’t bad cops, just cops using what they had at hand to make a case. And now, so would she. She smoothed her hair back and stepped back from the door. “Come on in.” He nodded and stepped into her house. “Can I get you something, Captain Dettmer?” she asked an octave higher than she needed to. He looked at her strangely. “No thank you, Phil. I won’t stay long.” Instead of the living room where Ty could hear them clearly, she steered
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CHAPTER NINETEEN T hrough the haze of sleep, Phil’s skin warmed, and warmer still were the lips that licked her distended nipples, the pull jerking her hips against hard muscle. Her hands slid down a hard wall of tendons, muscle, and skin. She languished in the thrall of it. Ty had come back, slipped into her bed, and it felt so right. Their bodies fit perfectly, his hands, his lips knowing just where to touch, suck, and titillate her body into a thrashing agonized frenzy. His big hands cupped her breasts and she hissed in air, his teeth laving her nipples before sucking them like a starved babe. His hips pressed against her and the long hard heat of his cock stabbed her belly. She burned red-hot for him. Opening her thighs, she welcomed him, needing the satisfaction of consummation. “I wanted this the minute I saw you, Phil,” he whispered against her lips, his tongue tracing the sensitive bottom lip. “Make love to me, Ty.” She arched against him, wanting the sublime pain of him engorg
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CHAPTER TWENTY “I have a dancer out tonight, Kat. I need you to fill in.” Micki Donaldson the stage manager wasn’t asking. Phil swallowed hard, gripping the phone so tightly her fingers tingled. “Um, I—” “Look, Kat, I need you to step up to the plate. I have two dancers out sick and you’re my only option. Turn me down and you’re fired.” Phil’s fight instinct took hold; she couldn’t be fired if she refused to dance! But this wasn’t about her and her pride. Nor was it about semantics or labor laws. This was about catching a kidnapper and probable murderer. Realization sprung deep in her gut. Like seeing a puzzle piece and knowing exactly where it fit, she knew the person who killed Scott Mason was also the person responsible for taking the dancers. And the killer was linked to the club. “No problem, Micki. What do I need to do?” “Good answer. Put a gimmick together and bring your own music. Be ready to go on by ten.” Once again, a dial tone droned in Phil’s ear. She was starting to get a
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE T y shouted to Reese to call 911. Bedlam reigned for less than ten minutes before every person, other than employees, was escorted, dragged, or kicked out of the club. By the time Phil put on her street clothes and elbowed her way to the bar, Ty and the boys in blue had cleared out the rioters, but reporters had swarmed like vultures over road kill, in Phil’s mind, not much of an improvement. They were probably lying in wait for something like this. Both she and Ty made every effort to stay out of camera distance. Phil smiled when Jase shuffled by, smoking a cigarette like a joint and mumbling to himself. He played the stoner well. Micki hurried up to her, Tammy hot on her tail, and yelled over the low din, “Nice job up there, Kat. Plan on permanently filling that spot. I’ll let Bud know he needs another cocktailer.” She handed her a bulging paper bag. “Here’s your booty call for the night.” Phil raised her eyes to Micki’s. “My take?” “Yep, I cleared the stage for yo
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO T hey stood in the shower. Phil kicked off the offending pant leg of her jeans. “Ty, wait a minute.” “No.” “Yes, I can’t—we can’t—I don’t have any condoms.” “There’s one in the back pocket of my pants. But don’t you think it’s a little late to be worrying about that?” “Yes, well…” She did a quick calculation in her head. “If the rhythm method is effective at all, we should be safe.” “Even if it wasn’t, we’re safe. I got snipped years ago. And I’m clean as a whistle.” Sadness swept her. Not that she wanted children with him. But that he would take such a permanent step to prevent a pregnancy. “What if you change your mind and want children?” “I won’t, Zorn. Now shut up.” “But—” He stooped and pressed her against the tile wall. She smiled. She liked it the last time he had her back against a wall. “Look, there are too many little bastards running around this world. The last thing I want is to add to the count.” “But what if you get married?” “I’m not the marrying type.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE “D id you like that?” Ty softly whispered in her ear. Yeah, she liked that. A lot. Unable to form a coherent answer, Phil licked her lips and nodded. Ty’s next actions surprised her. He gathered her in his arms and pushed the stool away. Her slick body slid against him. She regretted her toes touching the porcelain tub. Gently, as if she were a babe, he lathered her skin and rinsed her. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp with his long fingers. As sore as she was, her pussy tingled in response to the sensuous act. She felt him rise behind her. “Doesn’t that thing ever sleep?” Ty laughed low. “Around you, apparently not.” “So perpetual erections aren’t normal for you?” “Not like this.” The announcement surprised her, and more, made her feel special. She frowned. Damn, she hated wanting his approval and affection. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack. She shrugged off her misgivings. She’d think about feelings and life after the cows c
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR W hen Ty woke and found himself as hard as Phil’s granite countertop, he knew he needed to get out of her bed and her house. His physical need for her made his skin warm, creating a violent itch. He’d never spent more than a few hours with any one woman. Sex was a physical release. Pure and simple. But during the span of one night with Phil, it had become complicated. He didn’t like it. As he put on his clothes as fast as he could, he wanted to throw them off faster, crawl back into the sheets with Phil, and hold her against his chest. Instead, he did what he always did when faced with an emotional entanglement. He took off. As he sped from her house, he fought the urge to turn around. He pounded the steering wheel. There was only one cure he knew of for what he was craving. Another woman. His cell phone rang. Glancing at it, he recognized the number. “Masters.” “Hey, Ty, it’s Candi.” She hesitated before continuing. “I was, well, we were supposed to get together an
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE O n the drive home, Phil processed Mindy’s information. Her heart wrung every time she thought of her father in bed with Margery Flint—Ruby, a hooker and a drug addict. She couldn’t accept it, wouldn’t. Not stand-up, decorated police sergeant Mac Zorn. Not her stalwart God-fearing father. He would never betray her mother—Mindy’s memory was lax. As a fatherless little girl she must have created a fantasy world with Mac as her daddy. Phil swiped a tear from her cheek and focused on the road. None of it mattered anyway. Because regardless of her father’s guilt or lack thereof, no matter how she added it up, no matter how she shifted the puzzle pieces, she always returned to the same person: Ty Jamerson. He might as well have pulled the trigger. If he hadn’t forced Margery to testify against her father, he’d still be alive. He lied to her when she’d asked him who StreetSmart was. It was him, of course. Betrayal rankled deep. How could she have let herself get so close t
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX “Y o, Masters,” Reese called to Ty, who stood rooted to the floor, his arms crossed rigidly across his chest. Ty didn’t acknowledge his man; instead, he ground his teeth and wished he’d never promised Candi dinner at his place. He’d been thinking with his dick, he’d reacted emotionally, and that really set him off. To hell with it, he was canceling on her. He wanted nothing to do with any female, least of all one he had no interest in. Ty moved slowly to his man. Reese grinned, the gesture unusual. “What’s the plan for tonight?” he asked. Ty handed him the plastic bag. Reese whistled and handed it back to Ty. “A gift. Same handwriting as the other one. Our man must be feeling pretty sure of himself.” Reese scanned the packed club. “He’s out there. I can feel it.” So did Ty. “I don’t want her to dance,” Ty said, his voice barely audible. “Why the hell not? It’s the break we’ve been waiting for.” Ty remained quiet. “What gives, Ty? She get under your skin?” When Ty did
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN S iren worked the crowd. The woman who’d slipped into her skin was not Phil, hell, she wasn’t even Kat, she was Siren, queen of the dance floor. Seductress extraordinaire, undercover cop on the hunt for a kidnapper. She used reverse psychology on the stage. The kidnapper wanted her to dance for him, he’d commanded it. What if she danced for another? Could she anger him? Draw him out of the crowd? Or would he turn on her? Take revenge by snatching another dancer? He’d gone outside of his regular MO. Now he was taunting. Two notes in less than a week? Siren bet he was close to losing control. She went with her gut and turned her full attention on tormenting her boss. Swaying her hips to the grind of the music, Siren extended her arm and pointed right at Ty. She smiled beneath her mask and danced to the edge of the stage. She crooked her finger and bade him to come to her. It was so easy. Like a string was attached to his chest, she walked backward and he floated towa
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT T y drove like a fiend possessed, his flight instinct strong, his fight instinct gone. When the going got tough, Ty got going, as far away from emotional entanglements as he could get. He could still see Phil’s tragic dark blue eyes blinking back tears. Son of a bitch! The feelings battling inside him were enough to make a sane person crazy. If this was love, the world could fucking have it! Love? Holy shit. He slammed on the brakes and pulled to the side of the road. Not love. He didn’t know the meaning of the word, just that he was sure as hell he’d never felt it and no one had ever expressed it to him. He thought of life without Phil. His gut twisted, the thought more than unpleasant. It was downright depressing. No one had ever mattered enough, only his mother, and after a while her memory faded and he stopped wishing for what could have been. He gunned the truck back onto the road, continuing his flight path. He couldn’t go back, he had a case to work, and whi
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