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and wet. His body was already betraying him.
    It took a trick he’d learned in jail to get her lush curves out of his mind and to focus on food, a form of meditation one of the old-timers had said worked for him. He cleared his mind of everything and concentrated on the sound of his knife chopping vegetables. The smell of the food. The anticipation of the texture and taste of the finished omelet. He visualized all of it.
    But the trick didn’t work for long. Suddenly he was seeing water raining down on Camille. Over her flesh. Along each and every crevice. He couldn’t keep his mind where it belonged.
    Damn! Get a grip!
    Unless he was mistaken, Camille was on her last nerve. She didn’t need him lusting after her any more than he needed to lust after a woman he shouldn’t want. A cop. One who was now under investigation. She was loaded with guilt, even he could see that, but if she didn’t find a way to deal with it, guilt would make her ineffective. More than anything, what she needed was sleep. She probably hadn’t gotten much if any the night before. But he knew better than to suggest she nap. No way would she take a couple of hours of downtime. Not yet. But eventually, her batteries would wear down and just stop, and then she would have no choice.
    While the onion and what was still good of a single green pepper were cooking on the stove, he put on a pot of coffee and then nuked some bacon. He’d just finished beating the eggs when he realized he had company.
    “Hey, Max, what’s up?”
    The dog whistled through his nose and moved closer, his dark-eyed gaze on the counter where the bacon sat. Drago took the opportunity to win the big guy over. He took a piece of bacon, broke off a section, and held it out. Max licked his chops but didn’t move.
    Crouching down, Drago held the bacon a little closer to the dog. “It’s okay, boy, c’mon and get it.”
    Making a weird sound, Max gave in and took the treat. Drago gave him more and then ran his hand over the dog’s head and scratched behind an ear. He and Max were bonding when he realized Camille was standing in the doorway, watching them.
    “You look much better. Now you just need some chow.”
    Dressed in clean jeans and a deep green shirt, she tucked her wet hair behind one ear and arched an eyebrow at her dog. “So women aren’t the only ones you seduce.”
    Drago snorted, wondering if she’d been thinking of their shower together, too. At least she was in a better mood. “I told you dogs like me.” He stood. “Grab a cup of coffee. Food is almost ready.” He poured the beaten eggs into the frying pan.
    A few minutes later they were eating at the kitchen table, Max sitting between them, ready to capture any scraps coming his way.
    Her plate almost empty, Camille asked, “What next? I assume you have some kind of plan.”
    Between the shower and the food, she had some color back in her cheeks. And a spark of determination in her eyes. Good.
    “When we’re done here, you dry your hair and finish getting ready. I’ll load the dishwasher before closing down my computer.” He grabbed plates off the table and turned away so she couldn’t read him. “We’re going to take it to a friend.”
    “What friend?”
    “His name is Gary Stone. He’s a busy guy, but he said he would make time for this.”
    “You already made arrangements this early?”
    “I made arrangements last night when Justus told me what happened.”
    She gaped at him in surprise, then asked, “Time to do what? What does this Stone guy do?”
    Setting the plates in the sink to rinse them off, Drago still tried to dodge her. “He might be able to get information to track down Angel from your laptop. He’s a computer expert.”
    “You mean he’s a
hacker
?”
    The way she said it scraped up his spine. “Does it really matter if he can get us the information we need?” He turned to face her disapproving expression.
    “I’m still a cop, Drago. Of course it matters.”
    She had