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can’t talk right now. We’re in
the middle of something important here. I’ll talk to you later,”
Spinelli replied as he turned back toward the crime board. He just
couldn’t look at her any longer. And he couldn’t help but notice
the hint of hurt that flashed through her eyes as he spoke. Even
after what she’d done to him, hurting her nearly cracked his heart
in half. He raked his hand over his face and studied the board.
    “Oh, okay, so I’ll see you at eight. We can
talk then.”
    Spinelli kept his gaze on the board. “About
that. This could take all night. Maybe we’d better play it by
ear.”
    Heat penetrated his shoulder blade. He
imagined the source of the heat was her intense laser-pointed gaze.
Any longer and it just might burn a hole through him. He heard her
sigh.
    “Okay,” she whispered.
    Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor
as she walked away from him, each step fainter than the last until
finally no clicking sound remained.
    Spinelli felt Walker’s gaze on him, and he
was sure if Walker was speaking right now he’d be telling him what
an asshole he was for treating Shannon so poorly moments ago.
    “Jesus Christ, did you see what she was
wearing? What’s that all about?” Marsh asked as he stared in the
direction Shannon disappeared.
    Spinelli squeezed his eyes shut. Damn the
convex mirror hanging in the corner above Marsh’s desk. If it
weren’t for that, he probably wouldn’t have noticed how sexy
Shannon looked in that red dress. His heart nearly leaped out of
his chest when he noticed, but then he remembered he was pissed at
her. He was shocked nobody seemed to realize his gaze drifted to
the mirror as he faced the crime board. If Walker hadn’t been
distracting everyone by rambling on about Valentine’s Day, he would
have probably been busted.
    Her bright red dress was short and fitted.
The hem fell right above her knees. He had noticed in the few
seconds he’d spent facing her before she left that her low-cut
neckline exposed just a hint of the tops of her soft, pale breasts.
Her breasts were small, so he assumed she was wearing one of her
sexy Victoria Secret push-up bras. He really liked the tiger print
one. The dress had short, off the shoulder sleeves exposing her
petite, well-toned, shoulders. He loved skimming his hands over her
soft, milky white shoulders. He’d fought the urge to throw his
jacket over her shoulders, imagining the other detectives might be
eyeing her in the same manner as Marsh.
    A wreath of tiny roses rested around her
sassy up-do. Small clumps of curls hung down around the sides of
her face and the back of her neck. To top everything off, she wore
tall red boots with high heels. Nothing was sexier than a pale
redhead wearing a bright red dress with tall red boots.
    He thought about the night they’d shared last
night. They’d made love twice, slowly and sweetly. She gave herself
fully to him, and yet he could never get enough of her. Every nerve
ending in his body lit up as her small, soft hands ran fluidly over
him. And when he slid himself inside her, the soft velvet warmth
surrounding him nearly drove him insane. He recalled how his body
begged for release, but he fought to hold off until her pleasure
came, making his pleasure even more erotic. At one point, they’d
collapsed from exhaustion, rested for a bit, and then started up
all over again. How could a woman love a man like that and then
kiss another, only hours later?
    Marsh slapped Spinelli on his shoulder blade,
snapping him out of his daydream, but not before his thoughts had
pulled a U-turn. His vision of Shannon suddenly included horns on
her head and a devil’s spear in her hand. Both seemed to accent the
red dress as well.
    “What?” Spinelli snapped at the touch of
Marsh.
    “I asked why she’s dressed like that.”
    Spinelli shrugged. “She’s doing some sort of
Valentine’s Day church fundraiser tonight. The proceeds are
supposed to go toward the homeless shelter or