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a little bit so he dropped the subject. He continued to peruse the room and saw a stack of files on her coffee table. “Regency makes you take a lot of work home?”
    “I work with a group of retired law enforcement people who work on missing people and cold cases.” She pulled plates out of the cupboard.
    “That’s quite a hobby.”
    “It’s never too late to find the truth and get justice for the victims.”
    He looked around. There was no evidence that a man lived there, but he had to ask. “Does your boyfriend mind you working such late hours?”
    “You worried some big burly dude is going to come in here and toss you out?” She handed him a glass of wine.
    He laughed. “No. You could do that all by yourself.”
    “Hence the non-existent boyfriend.”
    “How so?”
    “The nature of my job and the late hours wears thin after a while. It’s hard for a lot of men to understand why I do it.” She leaned against the counter.
    “Why do you do it?” He forked some of Sam’s penne pasta with vodka sauce into his mouth.
    He’d called Jack Stanton and found out that Sam had been a police officer for six years before she decided it wasn’t for her. Jack didn’t know the exact reason she resigned, but he was happy to add her to his payroll. She was the daughter of Deke Carson, legendary lawman. Apparently his daughter was just as formidable as her father.
    “I do it because I think everyone has the right to feel safe,” she said. “No one should be able to take that away.” She folded her hands across her chest. “I owe you an apology. I should never have put you in danger like that. I want to assure you that’s not how I work. I get these impulses. I guess it’s from being a cop. It will never happen again.”
    “If you hadn’t noticed half the patrons at the bar would have been ripped off.”
    “True, but I don’t work for the patrons in the bar. I work for you.” She shook her head.
    J.J. came closer and touched her chin with his hand. “You made the right call. I’m not some pampered executive who can’t handle himself. As a matter of fact I can—”
    “I know all about your exploits.” She raised an eyebrow.
    “It’s in the file?”
    “Yep.”
    “Then you know I can handle myself,” he whispered against her lips. The need to kiss her right now overrode his thinking. He swept his tongue into her mouth and tugged at the giant clip holding her hair in place, running his hand through her locks as they cascaded down her shoulders. The smooth feel of her fingers moving up and down the back of his neck sent shivers down his spine. He gripped her waist and planted her on the counter. He reached between them and undid the buttons on the pale pink blouse. It spilled open and exposed a lacy black bra firmly holding her full breasts in place. J.J. ran his thumb over her nipple through the material. He groaned at the soft, throaty sound that escaped from her lips.
    Sam’s cell phone started vibrating in her pocket.
    “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you walked into my office.” He caressed her chin with his thumb.
    “I have to take this call.” She held up a finger and answered the call.
    J.J. listened as she told someone named Kendrick that she was on her way.
    “I have to go to work. A client’s daughter has run off and we have to go look for her.”
    “At this hour?” J.J. looked at his watch. It was nearly midnight.
    “Part of the job. I’m dedicated to your family the same way. I—”
    He stopped her with a kiss. Five minutes later she pulled away with an enigmatic look on her face.
    “Excuse me, I have to change,” she said as she scooted out of the kitchen.
    J.J. shook his head as Sam left her own kitchen like it was on fire. She’d barely touched her food and was gearing up to track down people in the middle of the night on an empty stomach. She needed something to keep her energy up. He looked around the kitchen and saw an open box of energy bars, then opened her fridge