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through his shirt as my hands ran along his back.
                  I wanted so much more.
                  My hands jerked at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it free from his body. I wanted skin on skin contact, needed to feel the heat of him against me. How else would I know that he was real, that he was alive, that he'd come back for me? With a soft chuckle, Juan tugged the shirt off and threw it to the floor, giving me a glimpse of tight, sculpted abs. His dark hair fell all around his broad shoulders and as he bent down to me, it created a soft curtain that blocked the world out.
                  He planted his mouth on my neck, creating a hot trail of desire as he made his way down to my collar bone. Juan opened a couple of the top buttons of my blouse with his teeth, and I sucked in my breath, waiting for him to do more. Pushing back the cup of my bra, he tongued my nipple, causing my heart and mind to go crazy. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.
                  The front door lock jangled.
                  I jerked away from Juan like a guilty teenager, and though it wasn’t my parents on the other side of the door, I knew the person coming in would not be thrilled about a dead guy hanging around the living room.
                  Eddie has always been very close-minded about that sort of thing.
                  “Quick,” I said, thinking I could shove Juan into a closet, but there was no need for my Three’s Company antics. Juan was gone. One minute he'd been on top of me, the next he'd vanished. Even the shirt he'd so casually tossed to the floor had disappeared. Swishing my fingers through the space he’d occupied, I felt a cold spot. “Wow. Just like on Ghost Hunters .”
    There wasn’t time to investigate further. It was all I could do to try and pull myself together as my husband came in the house.
                  “Hi, Elizabeth ,” Eddie greeted me as he opened the door. “Are you okay?”
                  “Uh-huh. I'm great!" My enthusiasm may have been a little over the top.
                  “You look…flushed.” He looked at my blouse. "Did you forget to button your shirt this morning?"
                  Damn! The top two buttons were still undone and the lace of my bra could be seen. With clumsy fingers, I fixed that.
                  “I’m fine. Really. I was just thinking about having a glass of wine. The very thought just got me overexcited.”
                  “Hmmm….did you take the gun out of your purse?”
                  I held it up from where Juan had put it on the coffee table. Eddie nodded his head, still looking at me, emotions flickering across his face. What they were, I couldn't quite decipher.  Most of the time I think Eddie's an open book, but I knew there must be things about him that I didn't know. He was an undercover cop before hooking up with me. I always assumed he had interesting stories to tell but oddly, he never really shared much about his past. Eddie was comfortable. I trusted him. And now that my heartbeat was settling down and strength was coming back into my legs, I felt a little guilty. I mean, I am a married woman and I'd just "made out" with another man in the living room! He'd had his mouth on my nipple!
                  I guess I should explain about our marriage of convenience. We don’t have sex, and we didn’t get married for love, although there are times…well, I think there could be more. Sure, I knew Eddie was assigned the duty of watching over me by the Feds, but he'd done his job well. He became a close friend, and I couldn’t have gotten through that first year without him. The paranoia would have swallowed me. When he asked me to marry him, at first I thought he was serious. But he explained that the government thought it would be a good next step for