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under his breath, then took a step back and rubbed a hand through his hair until it stood up in little tufts. “No, I’m not going to the Emmys. Miss Carletto has been getting threatening letters and her publicist just happens to be my captain’s daughter-in-law. So, lucky me, I’m supposed to keep an eye on the set until we find out where they’re coming from.”
    “Ohmigod, I heard about those letters on Access Hollywood . That is so cool!”
    Ramirez gave me a look.
    “Well, I mean, not cool that she’s getting threatening letters, but so cool that you’ll get to meet her. Oh, oh—do you think you could get me on the set? Just to get an autograph?”
    “No!” Ramirez yelled loudly enough to make my downstairs neighbor peek through her chintz curtains at us. He rubbed another hand through his hair, then spoke through gritted teeth. “No, I don’t want you anywhere near that set, do you hear me? I don’t want you anywhere near my work. Ever again. Thanks to you, a cranked-up felon is tooling around L.A. in a stolen car and I’m on Hollyweird detail. I want you as far away from me as possible. Got it?”
    Ouch. Apparently my boyfriend—wait, friend —thought I was a total jinx. A less confident girl might start to take this personally. “I said I was sorry. I mean,really, really sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I just…I mean, when I heard your message…I kind of…”
    “Freaked out?” he supplied.
    I nodded. “Major freakout. I’m so, so sorry, ” I said again, honestly meaning it.
    Ramirez must have noticed, because his face softened. He reached one hand out and lightly brushed the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. “I have to admit, ” he said, “the jealous thing? Kind of cute.”
    I sniffed. “Cute, huh?”
    He nodded. “Very. And it’s a damn good thing, too, ’cause you’re a whole lot of trouble.”
    “I know. I’m amazingly sorry, ” I said again, hoping that if I said it enough times maybe I could make this whole thing just go away.
    “I know, ” he whispered, his eyes starting to do that sexy, glazed-over thing as they roved my face.
    His hand trailed around to the nape of my neck, his fingers lightly massaging there until I felt myself break out in goose bumps, sending a tingle straight down my spine. He leaned in close. I could smell the scent of Ivory and Tide as his lips brushed mine. The tingle turned into an all-out quiver as our tongues touched.
    Suddenly my insides were gooier than a Snickers bar in the hands of a first-grader.
    “So, does this mean I’m forgiven?” I mumbled onto his lips.
    He leaned back and raised one dark eyebrow. “ Forgiven is a strong word.”
    “Maybe I can make it up to you?” I said coyly, trailing one finger down the center of his chest.
    The other eyebrow shot up. “What did you have in mind?”
    “Oh, I don’t know…” I slid my hand lower, toying with the top button of his jeans.
    He gave a small groan.
    Then his pager went off.
    He gave a large groan.
    He pulled away, glancing at the readout. “Shit. The captain. I’ve gotta go.”
    And I swear he looked so dejected that I felt myself pack for that guilt trip again. He really didn’t deserve this. As cool as I might think hanging out all day on the Magnolia Lane set was, I knew it wasn’t Ramirez’s gig. Ramirez belonged working homicide. He was a cop who enjoyed all that gritty detective stuff, and he was damn good at it, too.
    As he got into his SUV and pulled down the street, I vowed that, despite how little faith he might have in my abilities, I would make this up to him.
    “Well, it seems clear to me, ” Dana said, popping a soy nut into her mouth. “Blow job. A little attention to Mr. Winky and I’m sure he’ll forgive you.”
    “Know what? I think maybe you really are a sex addict.” I shook my head, blonde hair whipping my cheeks. “No, that’s not the kind of ‘making it up to him’ I mean. I mean I need to make this right. I need to get