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she prompted him, he’d have to be careful and not too hasty when he entered her. His penis bobbed toward her.
    She swept a delicate finger across the tip of his glans, along several beads of cum, then she licked it from her skin with a look of wonder. She closed her eyes, and swallowed. “You taste—”
    “Masculine?” he supplied, wanting to savor her, yet knowing that like the ghost dancers near them, she might easily disappear. The gossamer tulle around her breasts and torso and his fear of losing her were each strong indicators. If he took one misstep, she’d vanish, and he’d have to satisfy himself. He’d done that too many times to relish the thought, let alone the action.
    She giggled. “That’s it.” Her gaze bored into his, as she edged her legs apart inviting him to take her and meld his body with hers.
    His chest heaved with male pride and protectiveness. He could easily fall in love with a quiet, smart and capable woman like Roxie.
    As dream fantasies went, he found his cock lodged in her pussy. It was where he belonged, as if he were home.
    The present, more urgent moment, set in. Roxie needed his help, not his lust bent mind. Mr. Plaid Shirt very likely posed a danger to her, and yet Charlie was dreaming about her naked, pliant and willing.
    * * * *
    Charlie settled onto the bench and pretended to wait for the transit bus across from the diner. Although he was much cooler in his new shirt and shorts, the shelter at the bus stop did little to block the glare and intense heat of the late afternoon’s sunlight.
    This is utter foolishness, waiting for trouble when it will never come. Why don’t I go back into the comfortable, air-conditioned condo and look at different ways to help Kyle out with this case? There has to be some way to convince the jurors that the defendant is guilty. The perp’s admitted to all the gruesome facts to Kyle and myself, and yet he’s left out the details that would put him away for life—and a half.
    He’d work on the case here while the sun cooked his brain and his shaded eyes feasted on the gorgeous woman he’d somehow sworn to protect from danger that might not exist. If he left, could he live with himself if something happened to Roxie? Was that her real name? Many people in southern California had run from intolerable lives and completely changed their persona when they arrived. Had Roxie done the same?
    Through the huge, unprotected diner windows, he observed her graceful walk as she served one table after another. He could totally imagine tugging her uniform down the length of her body while she moaned in delight as she threw her head back. Naked and beautiful, she’d part her silky thighs and he’d love her slowly, as she never had been before.
    His cell phone chirped. It was his friend from law enforcement.
    “What do you have, Manny?” Charlie asked, feeling as if he were about to melt into the bus bench. Casually, he waved on a bus headed his way. The driver, who must have been in a hurry, nodded back and continued on without braking.
    “The fella you asked me about, Otis Rowter, has a record a mile long, along with assault with a deadly weapon. You might want to stay clear of him.”
    His heart kicked into overdrive. His nose for trouble had proved right again. “Is he on the wanted list?”
    “Not currently, but he’s served time in the federal pen. I’ll send over the details if you like.”
    “Sure. Thanks, Manny. I owe you one.”
    His friend chuckled.
    “You owe me big time.” He disconnected, leaving Charlie with a bad feeling. Roxie shouldn’t have messed with Otis Rowter. L.A., like so many other metropolitan cities, was filled with crazies. Charlie puffed a frustrated breath. He shouldn’t have stood up to Rowter. Why hadn’t he called in the uniforms instead?
    But, he told himself firmly, he’d grown up in the inner city and could handle any bully who came his way. He’d blackened a few eyes and bloodied a few noses back then. He