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as I realized what I’d said, and I slunk down into my seat a little lower just in case he turned that same glare on me that he’d just leveled at the police car.
    “Yeah,” he growled loudly. “Fucker’s always trying to one up me. Oram’s going to get one of us killed some day.”
    “Want to come sit?” I asked as a flare of courage sparked through me.
    He looked tired. And alone.
    And I didn’t like it.
    Slowly, he walked from the road, through my yard, and came to a stop at the bottom of the steps.
    My house was pier and beam, and it sat a few feet off the ground with three steps leading up to the porch.
    I was sitting on the porch swing with one leg up, and one leg down, pushing myself softly.
    “Hey,” he said carefully. He was stopped a good ten feet away and watching me warily, giving me the chance to tell him to go away.
    I didn’t want him to go away.
    I had enough Jack Daniel’s courage running through my veins that I wanted him there, and I didn’t care that he still had his gun at his hip, or his shiny badge hanging around his neck.
    “Have a seat,” I said.
    It came out sounding way more husky than I’d intended, but it was what it was. I wanted him there, and my body couldn’t help but show that.
    God, he was so hot.
    He looked so good with short hair.
    The long hair was sexy and all, but this short hair brought the attention to his eyes. Made them almost pop.
    “What’s all that over there?” I said with a wave of my hand in the direction of Varian’s house.
    Loki took a seat
    “Varian Strong is being arrested for the rapes that have been going on around the county. He was installing their security systems, and then coming back months, even years, later and bypassing them to get in their houses,” he said quietly.
    “Holy shit,” I gasped as my eyes went wide.
    He nodded solemnly.
    “Yes. I’ve spent the last four months undercover getting evidence on him. He’s a sick fucker. And an asshole to work for, FYI,” he said grimly.
    I shook my head. Holy shit, I was living next to a rapist all this time!
    And I only thought the cops were bad.
    Jesus Christ.
    “I didn’t know Benton had a SWAT team,” I said offhandedly.
    “That’s Shreveport SWAT. Benton doesn’t have a swat team. Normally we would’ve just issued the warrant and gone in ourselves, but we only have twenty men on Benton’s force, and Varian is known to be dangerous. I didn’t want to take any chances with him,” Loki said softly.
    “I can’t believe he’s been in this neighborhood all this time and I never had a clue! The man gave me the creeps, but what the hell? And you...” I said narrowing my eyes at him. “You could’ve warned me or something. Told me to stay inside. God, anything. I slept with my window open for God’s sake!”
    He rolled his eyes.
    “Why do you think I always had my window open? And don’t think I didn’t notice that cannon on your nightstand. If anyone were to come through that window, you’d have shot them,” he scoffed.
    I blushed even thinking about his open window.
    “Do you really live here?” I asked, as I nodded my head in the direction of his house.
    He shook his head. “No and yes. My boss owns it. You know Cabe, right?” He asked.
    “What? They own that house too?” I gasped.
    I’d known that they owned the house across the street, just to the right of Varian’s house, but I had no clue they owned Loki’s house as well.
    “Yep. They had an opening, and lucky us that Varian set up shop across the street. The only thing better would’ve been if the house beside his had been available for rent rather than that one,” he said as he eyed the bottle of Jack in my hands. “Can I have a drink of that?”
    I looked down at the bottle, then up at him, and offered it to him carefully. “Sure.”
    He took the bottle from my hands, and his fingertips brushed mine, making me gasp.
    Watching me all the while, he set the bottle against his lips, and started to suck