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nipples were tingling, but it was nothing compared to the
pulsing fire between her legs. The dampness she felt soaking her
thong almost caused her to moan. She thought about the vibrator
under her pillow again. I just might burn it up tonight.
    She was determined not to give in to his
charisma. “Are you going to be this annoying the whole time?”
    “I must be losing my touch,” he said. Only
it didn’t sound as if he was worried.
    Not hardly. Val swallowed nervously, their
gazes locked, and she was about to demand he move before she made a
fool of herself. The ringing of the phone from the other room saved
her, and forced Chaz to move. She scooted past him and dashed for
her purse.
    She snatched her purse up from the chair,
opened it, and reached for her phone in the bottom. The illuminated
face showed her that it was her father. “Hi, Dad.”
    “Where are you?” he asked in his usual
short, getting-straight-to-the-point-tone.
    Val smiled, detecting the fatherly concern
in his voice. “We went out to dinner and just got home.”
    “Oh.” He swore under his breath. “I’m
driving home now and I just went through a red light.”
    Val could just imagine him looking around
wildly to see if there were any police in the vicinity. “You worked
late.”
    “Had to do some last minute preparation for
the Jenkins trial tomorrow. You’re not alone are you?”
    Val rolled her eyes. “You know I’m not.” She
reached down and removed her heels. “Is everything okay?” A
movement out of the corner of her eye caused her to turn. Chaz had
set his bed linen down on the sofa and was standing there, just
watching her.
    “Yeah, I haven’t heard anymore about Cramer.
When are you and Evans leaving for vacation?”
    “First thing in the morning, why?”
    “Just curious.”
    She could visualize his shoulders lifting in
a shrug. “Dad, I thought you hired Evans Security so that you
wouldn’t have to worry about me.” Val watched Chaz pick up the TV
remote and aim it toward the TV.
    “When you have children some day you’ll
understand.”
    Val was so tired of hearing that. She
decided to change the subject. “Hey, speaking of cases, I don’t
think Bartow is qualified to handle the Sony divorce case.” Jasmine
Sony was a barracuda, and out to milk her soon to be ex-husband for
all he was worth. She would take one look at Bartow, and have him
eating out of her hand in a minute.
    “That’s why I gave the file to Samson. Don’t
worry about your active cases. I’ll be closely supervising them.
Now, what should I tell Craig?”
    Noticing Chaz was occupied with something on
TV, Val walked back to her bedroom. “What do you mean? Don’t tell
him anything. We’re no longer involved.” As she was speaking she
unsnapped and unzipped her jeans.
    “Well, he’s going to ask about you. We have
a golf game tomorrow afternoon. I still think—
    “Dad…” Val shot in a warning tone. She
shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them to a chair. “I’m not
going to talk to you about Craig. He’s off limits.” Why couldn’t he
get that through his stubborn head? She went to a dresser and
opened a drawer, pulling out a black satin nightgown.
    He sighed as if he were annoyed.
    “And whatever you do, don’t tell him about
Hal Cramer.” The last thing Val wanted was Craig’s interference.
They might not be engaged anymore, but they were still friends, and
he would be worried sick about her. “I mean it, Dad. I don’t want
Craig involved.” She expertly squirmed out of her blouse and bra
and added it to the jeans.
    “Well, if you’re sure.”
    “I am. Now, I’m going to take a nice long
bath, and then turn in early for a change.” Val turned toward the
door to exit her room, coming face to face with Chaz. Her eyes grew
round. How could I have forgotten he was here?
    “I love you, dear.”
    “I love you, too, Dad.” She heard the click
that indicated her dad had disconnected. She closed her phone.
    A fiery flush