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won’t get a coffee with me, I’ll leave you with one final comment.”
    Shawn groaned. At least he knew that anything she had to say about his situation would not only be sincere but would be said from a place of real concern.
    “Okay. Have at it.”
    “The man wants you. Bad. Fucking do something about it already.”
    She rose from her chair then grabbed her wallet from the table. Right as she turned to leave, two of the officers who’d been giving him a hard time earlier peeked around the door.
    “Hey, Everly. Your boyfriend is here looking for you.”
    They both broke into laughter. The other one piped in.
    “Yeah, he said he needs to make sure your ass is okay.”
    He and Vicki exchanged glances. She was right—they were monkeys.
    “I would’ve been disappointed if he didn’t make sure it was okay.”
    They stopped in mid-guffaw and frowned at each other. The first one turned back to him.
    “I don’t get it.”
    “Obviously.”
    He rose from his chair and brushed past them, noting Vicki’s satisfied grin before he left the room.
    Now I have to face Trent.
    That part of his grand exit could’ve been thought through better. He was still insanely angry at the man, yet a new emotion crept up on him—excitement. It was too confusing, so he focused on one thing. Getting out of the station. The last thing he was about to do— regardless of how he felt about Trent—was to stand there in the lobby and yak about anything personal.
    No point in handing out the ammunition for free.
    He inhaled sharply the moment he saw Trent. Their eyes locked and Shawn knew he was toast. Yeah, he was still pissed off at Trent, but that did nothing to change how incredibly drawn to him he was.
    In an attempt to maintain some level of composure, Shawn cast his gaze down as he made his way from behind the counter. Peripherally, he saw Trent move toward him. Shawn kept up a steady pace as he made his way to the door.
    “Shawn, I’d like to speak with you for a moment…”
    Never slowing, Shawn pressed forward. He wasn’t about to stop and have a conversation of any nature while they were still inside the building.
    “Shawn?”
    Fucking get a clue.
    As he stepped from the icy air of the station into the instantaneous blast of August heat, he finally slowed. The moment Trent was outside, Shawn turned his head slightly—still unable to meet Trent’s eyes—and subtly gestured for him to follow. He remained blissfully silent as they walked to the garage where Shawn had his car parked.
    At last they reached his Toyota Rav4 in the shade of the parking structure. It basically meant that the temperature was probably only ninety instead of over a hundred. But at least they weren’t in the direct sun. Shawn spun around to face Trent. This time, he did look right at Trent—and was immediately sorry. They were within two feet of one another. Alone. No immediate emergencies occurring. It was definitely a first for all three things at once. It made him hard.
    “I apologize for last night.”
    Shawn thought about tearing into the guy but didn’t have the energy all of a sudden.
    Must be the heat.
    He decided to have a discussion with him instead. Somewhere buried underneath the anger he held against Trent Marshall for the way he’d behaved the night before was the desire to get their obvious mutual attraction out in the open. Deal with it one way or the other.
    “What you did was incredibly humiliating.”
    Trent nodded, still holding his gaze. “I realize that. That’s why I wanted to apologize to you.”
    The man was not the most talkative thing on two legs. It didn’t seem like he wanted to add to his statement, yet he gave no indication he was about to leave either.
    “Then why the hell did you do it?”
    Shawn watched in fascination as a whole buffet of emotions seemed to flit across Trent’s face. His muscles bunched slightly as he tensed up, clenching his jaw and balling his fists. Shawn couldn’t even begin to imagine what