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cooperation.”
    Lilly Anne only hesitates a moment before nodding her head in the direction she takes off in. “Come on. My office is upstairs.”
    Carson starts to follow after her, then stops to look back at me. “You coming?”
    The look Colton is giving me says otherwise. Besides, I think I’ve taken enough orders from egotistical rookie detectives for one day. “You go ahead. I have some questions of my own for Mr. Reed.”
    With a shrug that says Carson doesn’t mind being alone with Lilly Anne one bit, he leaves the ground level to pursue her up the spiraling staircase.
    My body is suddenly very aware of Colton’s appraising gaze, and I touch the table behind me as I meet his eyes, keeping myself steady. The melodic swell of cellos and violins crescendos, thickening the already dense tension. “I didn’t know you were a classical music lover,” I say, deciding to be the first to break the silence.
    He’s in no mood for trivial talk of music, however. He turns and starts down a darkened hallway, where I assume I’m to follow.
    My insides twist as I do, and before I’m two steps behind him, he pivots and grabs my waist, hauling me against him. His clear blue irises sear into me as the hard press of his muscled chest tightens my nipples painfully against the fabric of my bra.
    He dips his head, lowering his mouth close to my ear. “What are you playing at, goddess?”
    “I’m not playing at anything,” I hiss. He pulls back to look into my eyes, and the rapid knock of his heart drums against my breasts. “This wasn’t my idea, Colton. This club or your name has never passed my lips to anyone. I came to you alone , remember?”
    Frustration contorts his features. “I remember. I remember so well that I’ve ached for you every second since.”
    My eyes close at his admission. Hot desire thrums through my veins, and a pleasurable shiver caresses my skin as his deep voice envelops me. “Why didn’t you tell me your brother owns the club?” I ask, forcing my eyes to open and the haze-inducing lust into a pocket of my brain.
    His full lips kick up into a grin. “Always work.”
    “There’s a killer out there mutilating women. Yes, I’m focused on my job right now, Colton.”
    His eyes slit. “And yet again, you wind up in my presence during your investigation.” As his hands purposely roam up my back, my breathing shallows. He clasps one hand around the nape of my neck. “The simple answer is it never came up.”
    “And the not so simple answer?”
    His smile fades. “It’s complicated.” He angles my head back farther, his face closing in toward mine. “As exciting as this is, it isn’t a cat and mouse game, goddess. I’m not the man you’re looking for. At least, not in regards to your case.”
    With deft movements that take me off-guard, he pushes me up against the hallway wall, his body caging me in. “Do you know how hard it’s been to stay away?” His whispered confession steals over my skin, then his lips are on my neck, my jaw, trailing a blistering path across my flesh. I tip my head back, unable to deny my body what it wants.
    Blinking hard, I regain my bearings and press my palms to his chest, inserting necessary distance between us. “Carson’s not investigating you. But if you know anyone associated with the club who might be involved—”
    “I don’t.” His movements still. “You and your detective are looking in the wrong place.”
    Releasing a pent-up breath, I sigh. “You’re not worried what he might find up there?” Colton lifts his head, and the sudden absence of his mouth leaves my skin cold and missing his touch.
    A slow smile curves his lips, meeting the gleam in his eyes. “Thanks to a leak in the department,” he says, sliding a hand between my thighs and eliciting a soft gasp from me, “I know exactly what information he’s looking for, and I know that he won’t find it.” The toe of his boot kicks one of my feet aside, parting my legs, giving