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Doesn’t get sloppy drunk. She’s good people.”
    “Not a stalker, not a danger to herself or others?”
    The guy rolled his eyes. “Not that I know of, but I can’t swear to it.”
    “Okay. Thank you.”
    “You a cop?”
    That caught Liam by surprise, although it probably shouldn’t have. “Yeah, but she’s not in trouble. At least, not that I know of.”
    “Have fun. Need a drink?”
    Liam put a five on the counter. “I’m good. Thanks again.”
    Before he turned around, he knew what his answer would be. It was breaking his commitment, but an offer like hers didn’t come around every day. She might not be the woman for his future, but his present could use some shaking up. Besides, he wanted to see her without that dress on. The heels could stay, though.
    No use getting all worked up. Time and a place. Right now his biggest decision was whether to tease her or just come straight out with it. Damn.
    As the space between them cleared, she looked up at him and her smile made him grin right back. There was no time for teasing, not here. He wanted her at his apartment, he wanted her there soon and he wanted her naked.
    Slipping into the booth, he grabbed his whiskey and shot it down. He almost choked on the burn but somehow he managed not to make too big an ass of himself.
    She laughed at him, anyway. “Where to next? Assuming Paulo’s recommendation met with your approval, that is. My place has roommates. What about yours?”
    “I have no business saying yes. I’ve been up since before dawn, which makes this the most inconvenient timing for a one-night stand in the history of the world.”
    “No, that would be if we were both on the run, had no place to go and a bad guy was getting too close for comfort.” She paused. “Actually, that sounds kind of exciting. Are you chasing any dangerous criminals?”
    “Not at the moment.”
    “Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
    “You finished?” he asked, nodding at her half-full shot glass.
    “I don’t want any more.”
    “My place has no roommates. It’s New York–size, but at least there’s a bedroom.”
    “Wow, fancy.” She stood up and took his hand. “You’re a brave man, Detective Flynn.”
    He thought about that damn card again, and how in hell it had led to this moment. “We’ll see about that.”
    She leaned in close and he met her halfway. It was a slow and easy kiss, more promise than scandal, the touch of her tongue on his lower lip all the incentive he needed to whip out his wallet.
    She stopped him with a warm hand on his wrist. “This is on me. Why don’t you go down and get us a cab? I’ll meet you in a moment.”
    He nipped at the corner of her mouth, but he liked her idea enough not to argue the point. “I’m going to be a wreck at work tomorrow, aren’t I?”
    “I should hope so,” she said, and he just watched her as she walked away. Okay, now he could start getting all worked up.

Chapter Four
    His apartment was between Hell’s Kitchen and the theater district, just a couple of blocks from Port Authority. Not a long cab ride, not at this time of night. Which didn’t mean the streets weren’t busy. Despite the cold, the sidewalk vendors were out in full force, as were the folks getting out of movies and plays, the late diners and bar denizens. The city pulsed around them, and Aubrey felt as if she’d won. Now that the game she knew how to play was over, the rest of the night was a giant question mark.
    He was a perfect gentleman in the backseat of the taxi. Not plastered against his door, but not touching her, either. His hands were on his thighs, and while she tried not to stare, his fingers had jerked twice now, which was what she did when she was nervous. As they passed the Flatiron, she knew she had to do something to take his mind off later . She wanted him to be thinking about right now .
    She didn’t have much to work with in the back of the taxi and she refused to be obvious. He probably