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shirt and unsnapped her bra. “You don’t really need this.”
    She stopped unbuttoning his shirt to glare at him. “Thanks for reminding me.”
    “I didn’t mean it that way. The size of a woma n’s breasts means nothing to me . What matters is who they belong to. For me, yours are perfect. I only meant I can’t feel these getting hard through the fabric.”
    These were her nipples, and between the warm kisses on the back of her neck and the delicate touch of his fingers on the tips of her breasts , she thought she would scream in pleasure.
    “You have pants on and nothing’s stopping that weapon of yours from doing the same thing.”
    “I can’t help it. You turn me on in ways I can’t describe. Everything about you, your head full of curls, your lips, your perfect little body,” ― he nuzzled into her neck ― “the delicious, sweet scent of you. W hen I thought I’d lost you, I knew I’d never survive. I’d gone through it once. This time I would have died a slow death.”
    He pulled her shirt over her head and slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. He got up and took off his clothes, never removing his gaze from her. Diana loved his body, his tight muscles and strong arms that lifted her like she was nothing more than a puff of air. She loved his coffee-colored skin against her white, his gold-flecked hazel eyes, and the imperfect overlapping of one of his front teeth. She loved everything about him, especially now that he was taking off the rest of her clothes in the slow, methodical way he always undressed her, as if he delighted in revealing every naked inch of skin.
    He reached for her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing each finger, nibbling on the tips, never taking his gaze off her. The tender action sparked every nerve ending, inciting her need of him in ways she couldn’t explain . A playful smile crinkled the corners of his eyes as h e moved into a slow , gentle kiss while he worked his fingers into the mass of curls , caressing, massaging the base of her skull, causing shivers of delight. His lips moved to her cheek and into her ear, his tongue curious, his breath hot, then down her neck to her shoulder, part kiss, part gentle, erotic nipping.
    “I never thought I’d be blessed with love again,” he said. “It’s totally different the second time. One takes the first time for granted. Mid-twenties, you fall in love, get married, and have kids. You don’t give it much thought. It’s all in the timing. Then when everything crashes, you realize how much you lost. The second time is sweeter because you know how fleeting life can be and how important it is to make every moment count.” He moved toward her and kissed her forehead. “I appreciate you more than words can say.”
    Diana’s heart went into double rhythm. “Thank you. That’s about the nicest thing you could say, because it wasn’t said in the heat of passion. Well maybe a little passion. Sweet passion. ”
    “I know we’re not ready to live together, but it’s nice to know there’s s omeone waiting, especially after a week like this. I hope you feel the same way.”
    “I do. I love being part of your life. Even the cop part. Makes me feel like I’m not completely retired.”
    He took her into his arms. “I can’t wait much longer.”
    “Then don’t,” she said.
    * * * * *
    A fter, they lay still for a long time. Diana enjoyed the warmth of his arms around her, the touch of his skin next to hers, the unmistakable scent of sex. “I know how difficult this week was.”
    “The Seaver kidnapping is eating at my gut. The longer the baby’s missing, the less likely she’ll be found.”
    H e was right. The missing child ate at her too. “Anything on Brother Osiris?”
    “You mean Edward Slater? Grew up in Dallas, both parents were teachers, good student, went to Brite Divinity School at TCU, but he dropped out before graduating.”
    “Any reason why?”
    “Nothing on the record except a later problem with