Arresting Holli
was an answering heat in her own eyes as she looked at him. ’Cause there was some definite warmth starting to travel south from her chest to her belly.
    He cleared his throat. “Scrambled eggs okay?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll be right back. Stay put.”
    “I can help.”
    “I got it. You stay there, and I’ll bring it to you.”
    “Umm, mind if I call my friend and tell her I’m at least out of jail?”
    “Sure. Go for it. I’ll be right back with some food.”
    He smiled at her, just a quirking up of the corner of his mouth, before he turned and walked away. Damn oh damn oh damn. She’d never had a man bring her breakfast in bed. She’d done it for others, but never had anyone do it for her. She was torn between crying at the sweetness of the gesture and trying not to be moved by it.
    She was only going to be here for a few days. Hopefully. And she shouldn’t get involved, shouldn’t get attached. She really shouldn’t be giving in to the lust flowing between them, the attraction, but hell if she was going to turn him down.
    She sat up, prepared to get out of the cozy bed to get her purse from the living room, but found it on the floor beside her. What a sweet guy. Picking it up, she searched through it for the small red cell phone. When she had it, she pressed the button for the contacts menu, scrolled down to find Charlotte’s name, and pressed Send.
    It was answered on the second ring. “Who the hell is this?”
    Holli laughed. “Not a very pleasant way for you to answer the phone.”
    “ Holli ! Oh damn, girl. You okay? Where are you? Still behind bars? How’s Officer Hunky?”
    “I’m okay, and I’m not in jail but under some sort of house arrest until they can officially let me go.” She’d called Charlotte when she was first arrested and while Michael had been out of the room, had whispered to her friend exactly hot the officer was. The name Officer Hunky had stuck.
    “So they’ve got you stashed somewhere? Where? I’ll come stay with you.”
    “No, it’s fine. I’m stashed away; yeah, you could say that. Officer Hunky is taking good care of me.”
    “What kind of good care?”
    There was a suggestive tone in her friend’s voice that Holli ignored. “He’s fed me, given me a warm bed to sleep in, and let me tell you, Char, I hadn’t been so happy to take a hot shower in all my life as I was last night.”
    “I bet. You sleep with him?”
    “Charlotte! How can you ask me that? After all I’ve been through?”
    “Yeah right. If he’s half as hot as you say he is, I’d have that man’s pants down around his ankles the minute we got somewhere private.”
    “Well, that’s you. Not me.” Holli touched the tip of her finger to the tip of her nose. She was sure she could feel it growing at the number of lies she’d told since getting on the phone.
    “Sure. Okay. Are you going to be able to come up here at all?”
    “I don’t know. He said things should be fixed by tomorrow or the day after at the latest, so I just don’t know.”
    “Well, you take care of yourself, or…at least let that man take care of you. I’m glad you’re okay.”
    “What about you? I hate that you’re there alone.”
    “Not…exactly alone.”
    “No?”
    “I kinda went to a club I’d heard about the other night. I figured it couldn’t hurt to see what a real New York nightclub was like.”
    “You were out partying in a club and bringing a guy back to the hotel while I’ve been suffering alone in jail?” Holli really wasn’t affronted, but she was going to give the slight appearance of it. She would rather know her friend was having a good time instead of sitting alone in a New York hotel room being miserable.
    “Oh stop. And…I didn’t pick up a guy.”
    “Two guys?”
    “A woman,” she whispered.
    Holli was sure she’d heard that wrong. “Did you say you picked up a woman?”
    Charlotte giggled on the other end of the line. “Actually she picked me up. I’m at her place. She

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