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hands. Those big hands with thick digits. Oh, hell no. Don’t even go there. Don’t think of sex. Don’t think of sex. She was screwed. The things those hands had done to her had been magical.
    “Something’s clearly wrong. I sensed your fear when I walked in the door.”
    Yeah, and he probably smelled her arousal right about now. If only she could control her hormones like she should, everything would be fine. Instead, an insane mental storm of adult rated memories sat at the front of her mind. They were the really good kind too. Incredible memories bombarded her mind, the type where he’d given her multiple orgasms of the screaming kind.
    “My cousin. She’s missing.”
    He entered her office the rest of the way. She watched him. With a loud click, he shut the door and moved closer to her.
    “The call you got earlier?”
    She nodded. “She’s been missing for two days.”
    He leaned on the door, arms folded over his big chest. “Any clues where she could be?”
    “No.”
    Brock’s face was incredibly sexy. A decade later, and he still had that bad-boy expression that had made her heart beat double-time from the first glimpse she’d had of his face.
    “No?”
    “What?”
    He grinned. Shit. She’d lost track of the conversation. There was no helping it. All those muscles. That mouth. Those hands. And if she thought of body parts lower than his belly button , he’d know for sure she was turned on.
    “I mean” —she cleared her throat— “that the police are very limited on what they have found. They’re going through places she might be at or people who may know where she is.”
    “But?”
    She sighed. “But they’re thinking she ran away.”
    His dark gaze held hers. “You don’t believe that’s possible?”
    Goosebumps broke over her arms. His low voice had that effect on her. “I don’t know.” She ran restless fingers through her hair. “Clara sounded sure something had gone wrong. That’s what worries me.”
    “What are you thinking of doing?”
    She grinned. He’d known she wouldn’t sit by and let something happen to a family member. It was nice to see he hadn’t forgotten that about her.
    “I’ll have to go see for myself. Try to figure it out and decide if there’s a bigger case there. Maybe something that was overlooked.”
    “Cyn —”
    “Save it, Brock.” She gathered the papers she’d been sent over email. “I’m going.”
    “Fine.”
    “I wasn’t asking permission, you know.”
    “I’m coming with you.”
    She glanced up, jaw hanging. “I didn’t ask for your backup either. This isn’t even an FPU case. It’s probably a short trip that will end with me finding Roxy at a friend’s house or something.”
    “ Great. I’m still coming with you.”
    “That isn’t necessary.” She argued. “I’m the lead here, Brock. My rules, remember?”
    “I’ll let you believe that, if it makes you happy.”
    She growled and slapped her hands on her hips. “You’ve gotten full of yourself in our time apart.”
    “Not really. I know what I’m doing.” He unfolded his arms and dug his hands into his pockets. His arm muscles bunched with the move. “You might need me.”
    Her breath caught at the concern in his eyes. She couldn’t fight his need to protect her. It was the type of man he was. How in the world had she been able to stay away from him?
    “I can take care of myself.” She tried to sound less hostile. He only wanted to help.
    “Good to know.” His sinful lips flattened into that line that told her he wasn’t backing down. “I’m still coming.”
    “You are so …so—”
    “Coming.”
    She ground her teeth. “Suit yourself, then.”
     
     
     
    Cyn woke bathed in cold sweat. Fear, pain, and despair filled her chest to near bursting. She reached for the sleep log with shaky fingers. Sitting up in a rush, she attempted to take down details of her dream. She’d tried her best to use her gift to make some sense out of her dreams of the