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adored.
    “How?”
    She took him in hand, stroked him until he was harder than he’d been before she made him come, and guided him home.
    As he slid into her, his mind cleared of anything that didn’t involve her. Encased in her tight heat, he had no choice but to give her his full attention. As long as he had this, as long as he had her, he’d be okay. That was all he knew for sure. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, and his heart overflowed with love for her. She gave him everything, even things she didn’t know he needed.
    “Samantha.” His lips found hers in a hungry, devouring kiss. He was still kissing her when he felt her tighten around him, a sign that she was close. She who’d had trouble achieving climax in past relationships came every time with him, which was another thing to love about what they had together. He gave it to her hard and fast, which always triggered her release. This time was no different.
    He kissed her again, to smother the sound of her cries, and went with her, surging into her until they were both depleted and breathing hard. “Love you,” he whispered.
    “Love you too. Happy New Year.”
    “Same to you, baby.” Though he expected the New Year to be lousy on many fronts, he’d do everything he could to make sure it was a happy year for her and Scotty. Their happiness and safety were the only things that truly mattered to him.
    * * *
    A ringing phone woke them early the next morning. Sam groaned when she realized it was hers. She checked the caller ID and saw it was Dispatch. “Motherfucker.”
    “Good morning to you too, love,” Nick said as he yawned.
    “It’s work.”
    “Shit.”
    She sat up in bed and let the covers fall to her waist. “Holland.”
    “Lieutenant, we’ve got a homicide on Constitution Ave near West Potomac Park. The victim is located inside a parked vehicle.”
    “I’m on my way. Call Cruz.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Shit, fuck, damn, hell,” Sam said as she got out of bed and headed for the shower. So much for a holiday weekend off duty.
    Nick laughed at her string of swears. “Sorry, babe.”
    “Don’t the fucking murderers know it’s my weekend off?”
    “They’re very inconsiderate that way.”
    Over her shoulder, she said, “Shower. Now.” She loved the way his eyes widened with surprise at her command. The sound of his footsteps behind her made her heart beat faster with anticipation. She stepped into the shower and turned up the heat, filling the stall with steam as she quickly washed her hair.
    He came in behind her, his arm encircling her waist. “Allow me,” he said, taking the bottle of conditioner from her and working it through her long hair.
    Sam pushed her rear against his erection, which earned her a sharp slap on the ass that made her cry out with surprise and shocking desire. She’d never forget the first time he’d done that or how much she’d liked it.
    He did it again, on the other side this time, before bending her at the waist and taking her hard and fast from behind. It was over almost before it began, but every inch of her body tingled with aftershocks as he washed between her legs and sent her on her way with yet another well-placed spank. “Be careful out there, babe.”
    “Always am.”
    “Let me know what’s going on when you can.”
    “Will do. Thanks for the morning wake-up call.”
    “Anytime.”
    Sam kissed him and left him to finish his shower. She put on a robe to walk across the hall to get dressed, trying to ignore the agent who was positioned outside Scotty’s room as he made an equal effort to ignore her. How long would it take before she became accustomed to having people crawling all over her house?
    She threw on jeans, a heavy sweater and the fleece-lined snow boots that Nick had given her for Christmas. Her wet hair would make her cold on the crime scene, so she put on a knit hat and wrapped a scarf around her neck. She went downstairs, grabbed an apple and a bottle of water