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.“No.He couldn’t have afforded to buy—”“He didn’t buy it.He stole it.”Her nervous chuckle loosened the jackhammers in her head again.“No.Stan wouldn’t.” She closed her mouth before she choked on her size-seven pink pumps.She didn’t know Stan.Good shoulders, nice-guy Stan had beatten up his other girlfriends, and he’d shot at her.Cali vaguely remembered Stan saying he wasn’t the one who had shot….“Oh my.” She fell into her chair.“Look, I need your help here.”Well, in about ten minutes, he’ll be discovering he needs you.In the dream her mother had said he—“Has your garbage been taken out since that night?” He stepped closer to the desk, crowding her space and thoughts.She stared at her coffee as if she could visually soak up some of the caffeine and clear the muddle from her brain.“No.It should still be there.” The dream meant nothing.Just a coincidence.The fact that she had a stolen forty-eight thousand dollar bracelet in her garbage, well, that piece of info meant something.“Good.Can you come with me to your place to find it?”She looked at the clock on her wall.“I can’t leave.” Okay, having stolen merchandise was like illegal.“I mean, I need to get someone in here to watch the class.”“Okay.Get someone.”She didn’t move.She just stared at him, thinking she’d love to just go home and paint her toenails right now.“Sometime today, maybe?” He waved a hand to the door.She stood up.“Do you always have to be rude?”A shade of guilt colored his eyes.“You’re right.I’m sorry.” The bell rang, and he ran a hand over his face.“Really sorry.” His apology sounded sincere and made him sound less like a big bad cop.Oddly, she wanted the cop back.Big bad cop’s shoulders were less noticeable.“Wait here.When the kids come in, tell them to start on their art journals.”“Do what?” His eyes filled with panic, but she left as her students crowded into the room.When she returned a few minutes later, she found Anthony and Chris arguing over a girl, paper airplanes zipping across the room, and someone’s CD player blaring Dido music.Beside her desk stood Detective Lowell, feet slightly apart and arms hanging limply.He wore a wide-eyed perplexed expression.“Class!” Cali snapped.The detective jumped.She might have smiled if the rise of her voice hadn’t brought the headache dancing in the forefront again.The music clicked off.Anthony and Chris grew quiet.The last paper airplane nose-dived against the detective’s chest.Silence filled the room.“Start on your art journals, please,” she said.Papers ruffled, seats were taken, order replaced chaos.She walked over to Lowell.“You can handle criminals, but you can’t handle a few teenagers?”He leaned close.“Criminals I can shoot.”She smiled this time.A small one.“Can we go?” he asked.She glanced over at her desk.“I have to wait until a substitute comes.”“How long?”“Thirty, forty minutes.”He stared at her as if she’d condemned him to years.“You can wait in the office if you’d like,” she offered.He edged closer, his shoulder brushing against hers.Close enough she could smell him.And it was a nice scent, too.“And abandon you to the wolves?” His grin came on slow, sexy.She almost smiled again, then remembered that she didn’t like this man.“Have a seat.”“With them?” He leaned close to her, too close again.She took a step back.“They don’t bite.”“Promise?” he asked and moved to an empty desk at the back of the class.“Hey, everyone.” She rubbed her hands together to stop the tingling in her palms.“I’ve got a substitute coming—”“I thought he was the substitute.” Tony pointed to Lowell.“No.This is…a friend.” The last thing she wanted was to start a rumor mill about her being involved with a crime.“Boyfriend?” Anthony asked.“You’re breaking my heart, Miss McKay.I told you I was going to grow up and marry you.”Laughter erupted.“He’s not my boyfriend.” She met the detective’s smiling eyes.The man seemed more relaxed in the back of the class than up front.She had a quick vision of how he might have been as a high school student—tough, bad boy, with a string of girls holding their breaths to be noticed.And she would have been part of that string, not that he’d have given her a second look; he wouldn’t have been interested in the sweet, good girl of the class.Hadn’t she been named “the girl most likely to graduate a virgin” in her junior year? And they were right, too.“Come on, Miss McKay.Don’t lie to us,” Jamie said.“I mean, look at him.He’s kind of hot if you like old dudes.”Cali couldn’t help but chuckle when Lowell looked appalled.“And you’re hot,” Jamie said.“You two match.”“I don’t think so,” Cali said.“Are you her boyfriend?” Tony swiveled around in his chair to speak to the man in question.The detective’s expression now twinkled with humor as if he might say something to embarrass her.Or even worse, tell them he was cop.“We’re just friends,” he said.The knot in her stomach lessened when he hadn’t told the truth.“Get to work.” She wrote the assignment on the board.After five minutes, she decided to let Tanya know she’d be leaving.She started out, but Lowell caught her hand as she passed.And if the giggling she heard was any indication, at least a dozen of her students noticed.His touch caused her pulse to sing again and she pulled her fingers from his warm palm.He leaned closer.“You’re not leaving me alone with them, are you?”“I’m just going to tell Tanya where I’ll be.”“What if they go crazy again?” he asked.“Then control them,” she whispered.She remembered the question Tanya had asked last night.Her gaze cut to his hand.No ring.“You.you’re a cop, for goodness sakes.”“So I’m allowed to fire a few warning shots, huh?” He grinned.“You don’t really have a gun.Do you?” she asked.His brow wrinkled.“Of course, I do.”She frowned.Maybe she was a little sensitive where guns were concerned, but after seeing her lamp mortally wounded, her feelings were justified.Plus, if anyone spotted his weapon, then they might guess he was here on police business.“I think you should wait outside,” she said.He frowned.“I was teasing.”“I don’t care.I’ll meet you in front of the school when the substitute gets here.”~Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the school and into the crisp fall air.The sun caused her to squint, and the slight muscle reflex did nothing to help her hangover headache.She saw him standing beside the flagpole and started toward him.Something like anticipation bubbled in her chest.He spotted her and she felt his gaze on her as he headed her way.She watched the way his body moved, even but quick steps that exuded power and confidence.Male confidence—the kind that had her body responding in a purely impure want-that-man kind of manner.She remembered the condom again and without warning, her gaze lowered to his zipper.Oh, gracious! 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.“No.He couldn’t have afforded to buy—”“He didn’t buy it.He stole it.”Her nervous chuckle loosened the jackhammers in her head again.“No.Stan wouldn’t.” She closed her mouth before she choked on her size-seven pink pumps.She didn’t know Stan.Good shoulders, nice-guy Stan had beatten up his other girlfriends, and he’d shot at her.Cali vaguely remembered Stan saying he wasn’t the one who had shot….“Oh my.” She fell into her chair.“Look, I need your help here.”Well, in about ten minutes, he’ll be discovering he needs you.In the dream her mother had said he—“Has your garbage been taken out since that night?” He stepped closer to the desk, crowding her space and thoughts.She stared at her coffee as if she could visually soak up some of the caffeine and clear the muddle from her brain.“No.It should still be there.” The dream meant nothing.Just a coincidence.The fact that she had a stolen forty-eight thousand dollar bracelet in her garbage, well, that piece of info meant something.“Good.Can you come with me to your place to find it?”She looked at the clock on her wall.“I can’t leave.” Okay, having stolen merchandise was like illegal.“I mean, I need to get someone in here to watch the class.”“Okay.Get someone.”She didn’t move.She just stared at him, thinking she’d love to just go home and paint her toenails right now.“Sometime today, maybe?” He waved a hand to the door.She stood up.“Do you always have to be rude?”A shade of guilt colored his eyes.“You’re right.I’m sorry.” The bell rang, and he ran a hand over his face.“Really sorry.” His apology sounded sincere and made him sound less like a big bad cop.Oddly, she wanted the cop back.Big bad cop’s shoulders were less noticeable.“Wait here.When the kids come in, tell them to start on their art journals.”“Do what?” His eyes filled with panic, but she left as her students crowded into the room.When she returned a few minutes later, she found Anthony and Chris arguing over a girl, paper airplanes zipping across the room, and someone’s CD player blaring Dido music.Beside her desk stood Detective Lowell, feet slightly apart and arms hanging limply.He wore a wide-eyed perplexed expression.“Class!” Cali snapped.The detective jumped.She might have smiled if the rise of her voice hadn’t brought the headache dancing in the forefront again.The music clicked off.Anthony and Chris grew quiet.The last paper airplane nose-dived against the detective’s chest.Silence filled the room.“Start on your art journals, please,” she said.Papers ruffled, seats were taken, order replaced chaos.She walked over to Lowell.“You can handle criminals, but you can’t handle a few teenagers?”He leaned close.“Criminals I can shoot.”She smiled this time.A small one.“Can we go?” he asked.She glanced over at her desk.“I have to wait until a substitute comes.”“How long?”“Thirty, forty minutes.”He stared at her as if she’d condemned him to years.“You can wait in the office if you’d like,” she offered.He edged closer, his shoulder brushing against hers.Close enough she could smell him.And it was a nice scent, too.“And abandon you to the wolves?” His grin came on slow, sexy.She almost smiled again, then remembered that she didn’t like this man.“Have a seat.”“With them?” He leaned close to her, too close again.She took a step back.“They don’t bite.”“Promise?” he asked and moved to an empty desk at the back of the class.“Hey, everyone.” She rubbed her hands together to stop the tingling in her palms.“I’ve got a substitute coming—”“I thought he was the substitute.” Tony pointed to Lowell.“No.This is…a friend.” The last thing she wanted was to start a rumor mill about her being involved with a crime.“Boyfriend?” Anthony asked.“You’re breaking my heart, Miss McKay.I told you I was going to grow up and marry you.”Laughter erupted.“He’s not my boyfriend.” She met the detective’s smiling eyes.The man seemed more relaxed in the back of the class than up front.She had a quick vision of how he might have been as a high school student—tough, bad boy, with a string of girls holding their breaths to be noticed.And she would have been part of that string, not that he’d have given her a second look; he wouldn’t have been interested in the sweet, good girl of the class.Hadn’t she been named “the girl most likely to graduate a virgin” in her junior year? And they were right, too.“Come on, Miss McKay.Don’t lie to us,” Jamie said.“I mean, look at him.He’s kind of hot if you like old dudes.”Cali couldn’t help but chuckle when Lowell looked appalled.“And you’re hot,” Jamie said.“You two match.”“I don’t think so,” Cali said.“Are you her boyfriend?” Tony swiveled around in his chair to speak to the man in question.The detective’s expression now twinkled with humor as if he might say something to embarrass her.Or even worse, tell them he was cop.“We’re just friends,” he said.The knot in her stomach lessened when he hadn’t told the truth.“Get to work.” She wrote the assignment on the board.After five minutes, she decided to let Tanya know she’d be leaving.She started out, but Lowell caught her hand as she passed.And if the giggling she heard was any indication, at least a dozen of her students noticed.His touch caused her pulse to sing again and she pulled her fingers from his warm palm.He leaned closer.“You’re not leaving me alone with them, are you?”“I’m just going to tell Tanya where I’ll be.”“What if they go crazy again?” he asked.“Then control them,” she whispered.She remembered the question Tanya had asked last night.Her gaze cut to his hand.No ring.“You.you’re a cop, for goodness sakes.”“So I’m allowed to fire a few warning shots, huh?” He grinned.“You don’t really have a gun.Do you?” she asked.His brow wrinkled.“Of course, I do.”She frowned.Maybe she was a little sensitive where guns were concerned, but after seeing her lamp mortally wounded, her feelings were justified.Plus, if anyone spotted his weapon, then they might guess he was here on police business.“I think you should wait outside,” she said.He frowned.“I was teasing.”“I don’t care.I’ll meet you in front of the school when the substitute gets here.”~Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the school and into the crisp fall air.The sun caused her to squint, and the slight muscle reflex did nothing to help her hangover headache.She saw him standing beside the flagpole and started toward him.Something like anticipation bubbled in her chest.He spotted her and she felt his gaze on her as he headed her way.She watched the way his body moved, even but quick steps that exuded power and confidence.Male confidence—the kind that had her body responding in a purely impure want-that-man kind of manner.She remembered the condom again and without warning, her gaze lowered to his zipper.Oh, gracious! Was she really thinking about the size of his penis? It’s the hangover.Had to be the hangover.Her life was a wreck, she so shouldn’t be thinking about sex right now.“That wasn’t necessary,” he said, probably referring to her asking him to leave the classroom [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]