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brow. “Cocky bastard.”
    “Don’t pretend you don’t know where this is going, Mia. If we hadn’t been interrupted today I’d have already felt that sweet pussy around me and had you screaming. And then I’d have done it again. And probably again, just for good measure.”
    “I find it hard to believe that you needed sex so bad you had to come all this way to get it.”
    “I need sex with you that bad. I’ve given you your space. It’s time to stop running.”
    “I’ve been right here for seven years. Where have you been?” She took off her hip holster and hung it on the wall next to her bedroom door. “Oh, right. The job was more important than we were. I remember now.”
    “We were a team, Mia. We’d still be a team if you hadn’t left. We could’ve had both.”
    “You’re the only one that wanted both. I just wanted you. I guess I’m just different from you, Zeke. The body and mind can only withstand so much torture, and I watched enough friends die to last a lifetime. There comes a time when you have to evaluate your priorities and decide what’s really important. What we had—what we could’ve had—was never important enough to you. I’m going to take a shower. You can stay or leave. It’s your choice.”
    Mia went into her bedroom and peeled out of the jeans and tank she’d worked in all day. She’d loved being a cop. But watching her best friend executed in front of her eyes had been the last straw. It was part of the job—putting your life on the line every day—but knowing it could happen and seeing it happen were two very different things.
    She’d carved out a good life for herself. It had been a risk taking her entire pension and putting it into Pawn to Queen . But she’d made it work, and she’d been turning a nice profit for several years. Her life as a cop was in the past. She’d left everything behind to start a new life where the nightmares weren’t constantly screaming in her head. Zeke was part of that past, and she had no desire to make it her future. The lie wasn’t sitting as easily as it once had.
    What she needed was a shower, some hot and sweaty sex, and a good night’s sleep. She just needed a little more time to prepare mentally. Zeke had been the love of her life. And she’d worked very hard over the last seven years to cauterize that wound in her heart. He wouldn’t stay. He couldn’t. Too many lives and operations depended on him. So all she had to do was enjoy the ride and keep her heart out of it.
    “To hell with it,” she said, shaking her head. She never used to be so indecisive.
    Her bedroom was white. White walls, white furniture, white rug, and white bedspread. But she’d added color with bold paintings on the walls—pieces she’d loved enough that she’d decided not to sell in the shop. Gem-hued pillows sat on the bed, varied in size and shape, and the throw across the chair in the corner was emerald green. She liked pretty things. Had learned to appreciate them, as well as having the personal satisfaction of being able to choose each piece because she’d worked hard.
    She grabbed a pair of thin, gray drawstring pants from the drawer and a loose black long-sleeve T-shirt, and then went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Not that a lock would keep him out, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
    She found herself lingering beneath the hot spray, the scent of lemons from the soap she used permeating the air. And it wasn’t long before she realized she wasn’t stalling and giving herself the extra time to think. She’d already made up her mind. She was waiting for him to join her—to slip in behind her—his hands slicking over her skin and cupping her breasts and his cock pressing against her back.
    Her senses were heightened, her clit throbbing and her pulse pounding. She was tempted to slide her fingers down between the folds of her sex just to take the edge off. She listened for the click of the lock on the