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Jealousy lifted the hairs on the back of Frank s neck. He tried
to shrug it off. Zoe did look damn fine today. She carried her
voluptuous curves with confidence. Today she d worn light gray
pants and steel-blue shirt with buttons so tiny he was certain they
were designed to drive a man insane trying to get them open. There
had to be a hundred of those tiny suckers hugging each other down
the front of her shirt. The V-neck shared the barest hint of
cleavage. Two-inch black heels thwarted his efforts to try for a
peek, putting her closer to his six-two.
 She is a damn hot woman, Frank admitted. It d taken what
little willpower he had left to keep his hands to himself, not to
mention his mouth and cock. Sex with her was an appetizer. He
was ready for the full course& and dessert. The scent of her pussy
lingered in his sinuses. All he wanted was more.
He shifted to hide a growing erection.  We about ready to get
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this show moving?
 Yep. Carson slapped his desk and stood.  You get Zoe, and
I ll let the captain and chief know we re up.
* * *
Zoe double-checked her makeup in the restroom mirror. She
was as ready as she was going to be. Media Relations had prepped
her, run the semblance of a script with her, and they d rehearsed
several times to chase jitters away. Her insides didn t cooperate,
but she conceded that might have more to do with facing Frank in
a few minutes rather than reporters.
They hadn t said a word on the drive over. Lingering sexual
tension prickled the air and every single hair on her body. She d
kept her gaze focused out the passenger window to hide her
flushed cheeks. If she closed her eyes, Zoe felt his body on her, in
her, and wanted him so badly she thought she d go insane.
Everything had changed.
Zoe pressed her lips to seal the red color and dropped the
lipstick tube into her purse. Her appearance was as good as it was
going to get. In fact, she d never looked better.
Good sex will do that for you.
She smoothed the silk blouse over her torso. It hinted at her
curves rather than broadcast them something Zoe thought she
preferred until this morning.
He hadn t touched her boobs. Why? Didn t he like them? Were
they too big? Too saggy? Boob grabbing was the number one
move of all men. Kiss and grab. Always. Not Frank. He d gone
right for her
Her stomach plummeted, right to that place where his tongue
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had played. Zoe gripped the sink, afraid her shaky legs wouldn t
hold her. Her cheeks were pink, nipples erect and plainly visible
behind the flimsy barriers. Hard-to-miss beacons.
She started when the restroom door pushed open a crack.
 It s time, Frank said, then shut the door.
Zoe pulled herself together, gave her reflection the once-over,
then flicked open the top button. That should get his attention. If
not, the hard-core lieutenant from Media Relations would mention
the lapse. Failing all that, Zoe would rebutton before they went
before the cameras.
She was flirting with something, just wasn t sure what. Part of
her wanted to take a giant step back to yesterday morning before
everything had gone to hell. The woman in her wanted Frank to
drag her off someplace private for more loving& and to notice her
boobs.
Clutching her purse strap in an iron fist, Zoe strode from the
restroom. Frank leaned against the wall across from the door. He d
changed into a navy blue pinstripe suit his courtroom attire. Her
mouth watered at the sight, fingers itching to unknot the gray and
burgundy striped tie and nibble his Adam s apple.
His gaze fell right to her cleavage. Victory was hers. She
indulged in a below-the-belt glance of her own. Victory there, too.
Theo Garcia s snicker shattered the moment.  Looks like
somebody got lucky last night.
Frank rounded on his partner, stopping a step away from
shoving the smaller man against the wall.  Shut the fuck up.
There s a lady present. He towered over Garcia.  Not that you d
recognize one.
Garcia lifted his palms.  Chill, man. I didn t realize 
 Now you do. And keep your baby browns off her chest, perv.
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You ve got drool running down your chin.
Garcia wiped his fingers over the corners of his mouth. Zoe
was fairly certain it was more to hide a smirk than to remove
supposed spittle.  Sure thing, partner. Hands and eyes off. Got it.
Frank gave him a single nod, took a back step, and gently
cupped Zoe s elbow.  Your blouse is unbuttoned.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Frank button his suit
jacket, while she did the same with her blouse. His hand slipped to
the center of her back seconds before the two of them stepped into
controlled chaos.
Lieutenant Valerie Katz motioned them into place behind the
police commissioner and chief. Introductions and small talk
followed while Katz took the lead to brief reporters. Zoe envied the
woman s ease, her no-nonsense French twist, her crisp black suit
that didn t dare crease.
The doors swung open. Zoe thought she was going to be sick.
Frank s wide palm at her back kept her steady and secure, but also
allowed other doubts to creep in. She wondered if embarrassment
had fueled his anger at Garcia. If he sorely regretted the line they d
crossed and was trying to put things back the way they were.
Wondered if his emotions were as conflicted as hers. She never
should have teased him with a cleavage shot. It was a dirty move
well beneath the standards she d tried to set for herself.
All too soon she stood before the microphone. She clutched her
hands and leaned into the big palm that never left her back.
Cameramen jostled for a good shot. Somewhere, Xavier was
watching, listening. It was time to bait the trap.
 How did it feel to save a man s life? a man in front asked.
The first stupid question.  As trite as it might sound, I was
doing what any human being would do under the circumstances.
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Part of my job is to ensure the safety of the officers on duty.
Generally, that means passing along information rapidly. This was
a unique situation. Officer DiCarlo had the presence of mind to
keep the radio open, and I had the presence of mind to help him
hang on. I relied on instinct and training, as I m sure he did. I do
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