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peeking out from the deep-cut armhole of his jersey, the hem skimming the center of her smooth, bare thighs, the flush of shyness she's never lost even though they'd been lovers for months.
                  That fast, he went hard. He could taste the sweet musk of her skin, smell his scent on her. His body quivered like a newly strung bow.
                  He sucked in a ragged breath, and his gaze went to hers. He saw the way her eyes darkened to purple, the pink that climbed her neck, the frantic tap of her pulse in the hollow of her throat. She remembered, too.
                  Every touch, every kiss, every whispered forever.
                  Her reaction only hollowed his gut, sheared the edge off and control he thought he possessed. Involuntarily, he stepped toward her. For one hellacious, gut-twisting instant he wanted to drag her to him, kiss her and prove to both of them that there was nothing left.
                  As if coming out of a trance, Katie jerked into motion. She shoved the basket against the washer face and shut the door.
                  "Is that--"
                  "No." She flashed a brilliant smile, so brilliant it cut home to the core. "Looks like yours. Not yours."
                  Bull. He was tempted to call her on it, but he resisted.
                  Where would that get them? Why had he thought he could ignore the past? Katie was his past. And he was good and pissed over her slingshotting back into his life. Hell.
                  Rick clenched his teeth against the razor-edged desire that slashed through him.
                  Remember , the ordered, trying to escape the grasping hands of memory, of want , pulling at him. Ruthlessly he dredged up the rejection he'd felt when Katie had refused his marriage proposal. When he'd said forever, he'd meant it; she hadn't.
                  "What about friends? Tommy's friends?" He asked quickly, his voice rough, the words scraping his throat.
                  "Can you think of anyone who might let Tommy and Grace stay with them? Anyone who might hide them or know where they've gone?"
                  "No," she whispered, then cleared her throat. "Maybe you can ask his parents--"
                  His cell phone jangled, and Rick grabbed at it like a drowning man going for a rescue line. "Yeah," he said, almost ashamed at the enormous relief that rolled through him.
                  It was Walker, and as the cop spoke, Rick's jaw clenched tighter. The ambivalence he'd tried to shake off seconds ago surged back. Displeasure merged with concern. And his protective instinct, always deeper and stronger with Katie, roared to irritating life.
                  "Thanks, Kyle." He disconnected, his hand curling over the phone. "We'd better get going if we want to make it back from Davis before midnight."
                  She started, taking a step toward him. Her soft scent curled around him. "What? You want me to go?" Hel-lo! Just two hours ago you flat out told me you didn't want me along on this case."
                  Rick exhaled and turned to fully face her. "That was  before I talked to my buddy at the OCPD."
                  She frowned.
                  "He says the officer investigating Grace's accident believed she wasn't paying attention to her driving. That her accident wasn't deliberate."
                  "But--"
                  "I've dealt with this officer before, and I don't trust his judgement," Rick said baldly. "Neither does Kyle."
                  "Are you saying you believe what Grace told me? That someone ran her off the road?"
                  "I'm saying..." He gentled his voice. "I don't like the odds, Katie."
                  "So Tommy was right," she