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familiarity. 
    She sighed.  She was such a loser to still want him so badly after the way he’d treated her.  He’d made it clear he hated her family, her background and even himself for having feelings for someone like her.  Someone he placed on a level with sewer rats.
    He was dressed in all black—jeans, T-shirt and runners.  No cuffs in the back pocket.  She followed him down the hall to her lounge, trying not to look at his tight ass.  Oops, no such luck.
    “Go get changed,” he said, spinning round and catching her in the act.  Fortunately he didn’t seem to notice her embarrassment because he focused on the top of her head instead of her face.  “All black,” he said.  “And comfortable clothes.”
    “Why?”
    “We’re going to do some surveillance tonight.”
    “Outside the Haywood-Smith place?”
    “Yes.” 
    She could have kissed him.  Finally some action, and not of the arresting her kind.  Thank God he’d been able to convince his boss she was innocent. 
    Boy, that sounded like she’d only had sex with him to get her out of her predicament.  So not true.  She’d had sex with him because he looked damn hot and his kisses had driven her libido crazy.
    She smiled at him.  He didn’t smile back.  No sex before their surveillance then.  Good.  Right.  Good.  Fine with her.  Good. 
    In her bedroom, she changed into a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt.  She found a black cap and decided to take that too. 
    “So why am I tagging along?” she asked, opening her bedroom door.  “I thought it would be against police protocol or something.”
    He stood in the middle of the small lounge room as if sitting down was somehow forbidden by his cop code of ethics.  “It is.  But this is a ... special circumstance.  I can determine where the hidden camera is located based on the footage I’ve seen but I don’t know where the others are.  You do since you disabled them successfully.”
    “We’re going inside?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Are we allowed to do that?”
    His gaze narrowed and she took that to mean cops could do whatever the hell they liked. 
    “Let’s go,” he said.  She grabbed her backpack, still holding the things she’d used to get into the Haywood-Smith house two nights before.  He led the way out to a black Lexus SUV parked out the front of her building.
    “New car?” she said, sliding into the soft leather passenger seat.
    “Kind of.”
    “Nice.”  A bit too nice for a cop’s car.  Where had Luke got the money for it?
    They drove across town via the freeway, taking the Toorak Road exit.  After a lame attempt to break the ice by discussing the weather, Lily gave up and they traveled the twenty minute journey in silence.  By the time they reached the Haywood-Smith’s street, the tension inside the car was thick enough to bog a truck. 
    Luke parked two mansions up on the opposite side of the street behind a BMW and in front of a Porsche.  The Lexus blended right in.
    “This isn’t your car, is it?”  Even though she whispered, her voice sounded loud in the quiet cabin.
    “No.”
    So his boss was going all out on this one.  She doubted the cops had Lexus SUVs to spare so for Luke to be able to get one, his boss must really want to nail the Haywood-Smiths.  She relaxed into the leather and blew out a long breath.  She felt better knowing she had the full weight of the force behind her.  And Luke.  It definitely felt good having him behind her.
    And on top of her, inside her, and... 
    She opened her window to let some cool air into the hot car.  A hushed silence, broken only by the chirp of insects, cloaked the street.  Not even the sounds of traffic from the nearby main road dared be heard, as if the wealthy residents had somehow paid for everything to be quiet.  Not that those residents or their houses could be seen behind the hedges and high fences with their Keep Out signs.
    “So now what?” she asked after what felt like two