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Devin for him.
    “Your head would never drop to the desk all pretty like in the picture. If anything, the impact from the Glock at a range of that close, he would have been lucky not to have been thrown to the floor. A Glock does not make a good suicide weapon. You need to use a revolver.”
    “Christ. William was murdered. I have to...you have no idea what you’ve done for me.” Devin jumped up, reached behind the chair, pulled her toward him and kissed her full on the mouth.
    Spencer jumped up just as Cait stepped back. He didn’t move; she looked not just shocked, but angry too.
    “I’m sorry. I was...I didn’t think. Spence, I’m sorry. I have to go. I have a few calls to make. Thank you, Cait. I will talk to you tomorrow about the teacher.
    You can’t leave town until I do. I’ll serve you if I have to.”
    “I helped you and you are pulling this shit? Wow, you are a Grant, aren’t you? I won’t leave, but don’t count on anymore help from me.”
    “Fine, so long as you are here to answer questions and to go to trial if need be. I appreciate your help. And as for Spencer, he had nothing to do with the file he had on you. That was totally me. Have a good night.” Spencer straightened up and walked to her as his brother left. She looked pissed and glared at him. He grinned. She was beautiful and he wanted to taste her again.
    “You aren’t supposed to be here. I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear on that point...back up, Grant. I’m not kidding. You’re in my space again and I’ve warned you enough.”
    He stalked her, pressing her back as he advanced. She hit the wall; he bracketed her with his hands on either side of her. He was inches away from her and he could still feel her heat.

    “My brother got a kiss. Where is mine?” Spencer nuzzled her neck and nipped at the tight muscle there. Running his tongue along her throat, he pulled her ear lobe into his mouth and suckled it. She tasted better today then she had two days ago when he had kissed her.
    “He took his...back off, Grant. I’m serious.” She put her hands up to his chest, but he didn’t feel her press him back. In fact, she curled her fingers into his chest. He leaned closer. Heat pooled between them, from both of them.
    “O’Malley, kiss me, please? I want to taste you again. I want to slip my hand beneath this gown and make you moan with need. A need that is as powerful and aching as the one I have for you.”
    He gently brushed his mouth over hers once and then again. He wanted to pull her closer, but worried about her wounds. But her mouth was not hurt and he planned to take as much as she would let him.
    Moving his tongue along her lips, just at the opening of her mouth, he moaned at the heat he felt there. When she opened her mouth slightly and pulled his lower lip into her mouth, he moaned her name. “O’Malley, you’re killing me, love.”
    He put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer without much effort. He deepened the kiss and swirled his tongue along hers and tasted her. He tasted her groan and gripped her tighter to him.
    He cock was hard and straining at his zipper. He wanted her, wanted her with a passion he didn’t think he had ever felt before. When her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer to her, he knew he was lost.
    Spencer wanted to feel her beneath him, wanted to bury himself deep into her and lose himself in her. Gripping her other hip, he pushed his thigh between her legs and lifted her high on his body. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he pressed her back more against the wall; her body fit his perfectly.
    “Christ, O’Malley, I want to be inside of you now.” He rocked against her hard over and over.
    “Please, Grant. Hurry.”
    Finding her panties beneath the open robe and hospital gown, he located the tiny string around her hips and pulled. The ripping noise was loud in the room.
    Moving his hand down behind her, along the curve of her ass, he ran his finger along