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officer was glaring toward the news truck, then glancing over his
    shoulder at the site across the street, already distracted, his mind back on his
    job.
    “I’m so sorry I took you away from your work,” she told him. “I promise I’l
    stick to the sidewalk from now on.”
    He nodded absently. “Yeah, you do that, please. Have a good day, ma’am.”
    “You, too,” she said. “And thanks again.”
    “Take care now,” he said; then he turned, looked both ways, and jogged
    across the street. He immediately engaged in a serious conversation with a
    uniformed police officer, forgetting about her and her near miss.
    But Olivia had the feeling she wasn’t going to soon forget him. Not only
    because he’d saved her life but also because he’d done it without even
    thinking about it, without giving a thought for his own safety. He’d been
    decisive and powerful, forceful and strong. She wasn’t used to being around
    such men, men who could easily swoop in at a dangerous moment, pick a
    woman up in his arms and carry her away as if she weighed next to nothing.
    Like a hero, a real one.
    “You’re watching too many romantic movies,” she mumbled. “He’s just a
    man.”
    No, he wasn’t. He was the man who’d saved her from a lot of pain or worse
    and whose name she didn’t even know.
    It doesn’t matter; you’ll never see him again, she told herself as she got in
    her car, determined to drive straight to work without any more detours.
    Somehow, though, she didn’t find her own words comforting. In fact, she
    found them pretty damn depressing.

Chapter 2
    Though the week had started out badly, it was finishing off pretty wel . First of
    al , Olivia had had no more bad dreams since Monday morning. Second, she
    and the rest of the eXtreme Investigations team had helped solve a case
    involving a missing woman. And third, it was almost the weekend, and she
    hadn’t had one additional near-death experience—hers or anyone else’s.
    No, not a bad week at al .
    “Especial y considering you started it by almost becoming roadkil ,” she
    mumbled as she finished showering Friday morning.
    She’d thought about the near miss several times, though she hadn’t
    mentioned it to anyone. Not only because she stil felt foolish about walking out
    in front of a speeding car but also because of that strange, urgent compulsion
    that had drawn her to the scene of the fire.
    Then, of course, there had been that good-looking cop who’d saved her.
    She would have liked to have met him under different circumstances and
    wished she’d gotten his name. At the very least, she’d like to replace his
    sunglasses, dol ar store or not. She’d been keeping an eye on TV news
    stories about the case but hadn’t seen him in any of the coverage. A couple of
    cops had been quoted in the paper, but there were no clues that would help
    her identify the man who’d saved her life.
    Nor had the articles contained much additional information about the crime
    itself. So far, the police had been pretty closemouthed about the case, beyond
    final y acknowledging that there had, indeed, been human remains found on
    the site.
    Frankly, she’d feel better when those remains were identified, so she could
    stop this crazy wondering that had plagued her since Monday.
    “Best to just let it go,” she told herself. Looking back on it, that weird urge
    she’d had to go down there the other day seemed more than a little ridiculous,
    not to mention embarrassing.
    Wrapping her hair in a towel and donning a robe, she headed downstairs to
    the kitchen, needing a cup of coffee to get her going. It was a bright, sunny
    morning, sunlight spil ing through the bank of windows running across the
    width of the kitchen. Poindexter had already staked out his favorite spot on the
    windowsil . When she’d gotten out of bed, he’d been sleeping on her pil ow.
    Now he was sleeping in a shaft of sunlight, the key word being sleeping .
    “Feels good, doesn’t it,