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from.”
    “So, Mox should’ve just left her to freeze to death next to the dumpsters?”
    “I didn’t say that. I’m just cautioning you that this isn’t a stray puppy. Don’t get your hopes up on keeping her.”
    “We can’t just throw her out in the snow or call the pound.”
    “I’m looking into it.”
    “What does that mean?” Ginny asked in exasperation.
    “It means that, she came out of Cleveland, running from someone that not only scares the shit out of her but also can afford cashmere. I think it would be wise to talk to a few people and see what I can find out about who we’re dealing with.”
    “Nice catch on the cashmere, Detective.”
    “My wife has expensive tastes,” Zeke said, acknowledging her teasing with another wink.
    “Do you think Eva being there is putting the boys in danger?” Ginny asked. She bit her bottom lip as her husband’s head tilted to the side in thought. It belied his casual answer.
    “They’re big boys.”
    “Which means yes.”
    “It means that I won’t know what we’re dealing with until I look into it.”
    Tamping a cigarette on the counter, Ginny mulled over the previous night’s events, wondering if she’d made a mistake. She shook her head. There had been something in the girl’s eyes, something that had dredged up old memories and formed a tenuous bond between them. Like her, Eva had found the strength to run. She deserved a chance at a new life.
    Zeke caught her hand and pulled her around the end of the counter and into his lap. “I know you want the fairytale for this girl, but I can’t promise that.”
    A smart-ass comment died on her lips at the understanding in Zeke’s stare. “You’re right. Not everyone can be as lucky as me,” she said, wrapping her arm around his neck to play with the short hair on his nape.
    He smiled, his eyes drooping closed in pleasure as he muttered, “We’re going to have to watch Mox. He has your need to fix things.”
    “Maybe he has your need to play knight in shining armor.”
    Zeke cocked an amused brow.
    Lifting her shoulder with a little smirk Ginny wiggled in his lap. “You got the lance for it.”
    His eye roll didn’t mask the swell of male pride, or anatomy.
    Catching her toes on the barstool rung, she shifted to straddle him. Color darkened her features as he stiffened underneath her, and not in the way she’d been hoping. Tension hummed between them. She rolled her hips, taking a perverse delight in the catch of his breath. His hands landed on her hips almost apologetically, and her heart sunk. She longed to feel the familiar clamp of his big paws on her ass, grinding her down against him.
    Humiliation warred with a deep seated fear. What if he never got over his guilt and revulsion at what Kramer had done? Years of law enforcement seminars assured that all the correct words and reassurances passed his lips, but their love life told a different story. Two weeks had passed since the doctor had pronounced her fully healed. Fourteen days in which Zeke had shied away from resuming the sexual part of their marriage.
    Pushing his hands off her hips, she slid from his lap and snatched the paper up from the floor. Crumpling it against his chest, she stalked out of the dining room. The slam of their bedroom door echoed through the house. Pacing the room, she raked a hand through her hair. He was winning. That little rat bastard Kramer was reaching out from the grave to drive a wedge between them.
    She caught her reflection as she paced. She looked like a mad woman. She stared. Her chestnut locks fell in tumultuous waves with no rhyme or reason. Rage twisted her features until she was a caricature of herself. The light glinted off shiny, new scar tissue marring her cheekbone. A scream tore from her throat as she cleared her dressing table with a swipe of her arm. Jewelry, cosmetics, and perfumes scattered with the tinkle of broken glass. 
    Swallowing a sob, she stumbled blindly for the closet. She had to get