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‘We’ll see what we can do.’
    ‘We appreciate it,’ Jack said.
    ‘Yes. Thank you.’
    He aimed a forefinger at them, making a snicking sound against the side of his cheek, and winked. Then he turned away.
    Jack shut the door.
    ‘Good grief,’ Dani said. ‘What’d you do?’
    ‘What, the fabrication?’
    ‘You lied through your teeth. To the police !’
    ‘I know. Naughty, huh?’
    ‘Jack!’
    ‘They’ll never be the wiser unless they catch the guy.’
    ‘Why not just tell the truth?’
    ‘The truth was too complicated. A prowler’s nice and simple – and ominous. I figured it’d be more likely to catch the interest of the officers . . . involve them.’
    ‘It’ll certainly involve us , if they nab the guy.’
    ‘They’ll understand.’
    ‘You’re crazy.’
    ‘Does that mean you don’t like me any more?’ His eyes widened slightly.
    Dani gazed at him, suddenly feeling weak and shaky. ‘Doesn’t mean that,’ she finally whispered. She stepped out of her shoes, moved forward and began to open the buttons of his plaid shirt.
    ‘Guess not,’ he said.
    Her fingers trembled. Her mouth was dry. She was surprised to be taking the lead this way. She didn’t understand it, but she couldn’t stop herself. She spread open Jack’s shirt, pulling sharply to untuck its front, then let her hands glide over the smooth warm skin of his belly, the soft mat of chest hair. She lingered over the firm mounds of his pectorals. Leaning forward, she found a nipple with her tongue.
    Jack moaned. He pulled her blouse from her skirt, and she felt his touch on the bare skin of her back, bunching up the blouse as they moved higher. Its silken front crept up her belly, taut and rubbing. Its folds seemed to trap her breasts for a moment. Then it flipped over them, releasing them.
    She eased her face away from Jack’s chest, and raised her arms. For a moment, their eyes met. Jack looked like a boy, full of hope and excitement but worried that he might somehow lose out. Then his face vanished behind a translucent curtain of green. The curtain lifted, tickling Dani’s back and breasts, sliding up her arms. She saw Jack’s belly, his bushy chest, his beard and gleaming eyes.
    He flung her blouse aside and gazed at her. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered. He touched her shoulders. His fingers trembled over her collar bones, down her chest. They traced the outlines of her breasts.
    She sucked a deep, shaky breath, arching her back as his thumbs grazed her nipples.
    She opened her skirt. It dropped to her feet and she stood before Jack naked except for her panties. Crouching, he kissed a nipple. He licked it, took it between his lips. Dani clenched his long hair, gasping as he sucked her nipple, as he slipped her panties down, as a hand eased upward between her thighs. It pushed against her. Every muscle flinched rigid. A ragged groan escaped her throat.
    She forced Jack’s head away, bent over and kissed him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, shuddering as his fingers slipped into her.
    Her legs trembled. She fell to her knees, Jack staying with her. In a frenzy, she tugged open his belt, unbuttoned the waist of his trousers, jerked his zipper down. His trim belly sucked in as she clawed at the band of his shorts. She pulled the band toward her. The shiny head of his erection sprang out. In a fever, she tugged his pants to his knees. Her fingers encircled him, slid down, feeling the heat and thickness of his shaft.
    Jack’s hand went away. It was slick on her back as he lowered her to the soft nap of the carpet. He braced himself above her, his open shirt hanging down, caressing her sides. She stroked his back. Her fingers dug in as she felt the touch of his penis. Then he was lower, pushing gently, easing into her, sliding in deeper and deeper.
    Her fingers relaxed and she sighed, savoring the fullness . She felt possessed, as if the penis had penetrated her hidden center and made her somehow a part of Jack.