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Meanwhile, you’re laying low.”
    “But you promised to bring me back.”
    “Well, I changed my mind!”
    He rubbed his eyebrows and squinted at her. She got out a gallon of milk, poured herself a tumbler, and downed it in three gulps. “I don’t know,” he said at last, “whether to strangle you or kiss you.”
    “Well, while you’re making up your mind, let me see if I can dig up a spare toothbrush.”
    “Julie Kay—take me back.”
    “No.”
    “Fine. I’ll go myself.”
    “You don’t have a car,” she said smugly. “It’s twenty miles to the police station.”
    “I’ll call a cab.”
    “With what? I don’t have a land line here—I use my cell phone for everything.”
    He swore under his breath. She knew he didn’t have his on him—the cops had taken it. It was Exhibit B.
    “Julie Kay…”
    “Look, just accept the inevitable, will you?”
    “Give me your phone, please.”
    “No.”
    “Julie Kay!”
    “No!”
    “Goddammit, give me your fucking phone!”
    She shook her head. He yowled like a scalded cat and jumped on her, so quickly she couldn’t get out of the way in time. They both hit the kitchen tile and she felt the breath leave her lungs.
    “Sorry,” he panted, groping in her pockets, “but this is for your own good. I don’t want you to be booked as an accessory.”
    “Go fuck yourself,” she gasped, kicking.
    “Dammit, where is the fucking thing? I know it’s not in your purse—you’ve been clipping it to your belt all night.”
    “You leave my belt alone,” she warned. He was so close, his dark hair was brushing her face. She groped for his ribs and gave him a vicious pinch. He groaned, but kept feeling her belt.
    “There’s plenty more where that came from,” she said, squirming like a grub on a hot plate.
    “Sit still. And don’t pinch me again—I’m already going to have a bruise the size of a grapefruit, dammit, what did you do with the—” His eyes widened and the fight went out of him; his forehead rested on her shoulder. “The bathroom. You went to the bathroom first.”
    “Yep.”
    “Oh, God. What did you do to it?”
    “It’s possible,” she admitted, “that I flushed it.”
    “Christ.”
    “Repeatedly.”
    “You wrecked our only phone?”
    “It was for your own good.”
    “Strangle you,” he decided. “That’s what I’ll do. It was a toss-up before, but now I’ve made up my mind.” He put his hands around her throat, gently, and pulled her up for a long kiss.
    “That’ll learn me,” she gasped after a long moment. “Yep, I guess you showed me a thing or two.”
    “Oh, shut up,” he murmured, and kissed her again.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    If she hadn’t been so out of her mind with lust, she would have been appalled at the stickiness of her linoleum. Well, that was a worry for another day. Right now she was concentrating on shedding her clothes and helping him shed his.
    She was covering every part of him she could reach with wild kisses, and he was kissing her back and running his big hands over her body.
    She reached down and felt him, long and ready for her, and cupped his testicles in her hands, marveling at their furry warmth. He groaned into her mouth and she straddled him, a knee coming down on either side of him. Her knees stuck, and she grimaced.
    “Protection?” he managed, his hands covering her breasts, testing their weight, stroking them, even squeezing lightly.
    “Birth control pills,” she told him.
    “Tremendous geek who never has sex,” he replied.
    “So, it’s safe to say you’re not riddled with disease.” She giggled. She rose over him and he gobbled at her breasts as they swung near his face. She seized him with one hand and guided him into her, and he clutched her ass and slowly rose to meet her.
    “Oh, Christ,” he groaned, “you’re so wet, how can you be so wet?”
    “Hours of wanting to bone you,” she replied, truthfully enough. “Oooooh, that’s nice. Don’t stop doing