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the index finger 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 around them, she might easily disappear. If he made 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.” She edged her legs apart and her gaze bored into his, inviting, urging him to take her, to meld his body with hers.
    His chest heaved with male pride and protectiveness. He could easily fall in love with a woman like Roxie—quiet, smart, capable.
    His cock was lodged in her pussy. It was where he belonged, as if he were home.
     
    Then the present reasserted itself. Roxie needed his help, not his lust-addled mind. More than likely, Mr. Plaid Shirt was no danger to her at all. And in any case, it wasn't as though he knew her, or her situation. But something about the scene in the diner had left him feeling uneasy. He’d always trusted his instincts before. Here he was dreaming about her naked, pliant and willing—but what if she really did need his help?
     
    Charlie settled onto the bench across from the diner and pretended to wait for the transit bus. Although he was much cooler in his new shirt and shorts, the shelter canopy did little to block the glare and intense heat of the late afternoon 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 me, 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 he feasted his shaded eyes 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 personae 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 and her moans of delight as she threw her head back. With her naked and beautiful, he’d part her silky thighs and love her slowly, as she had never been loved 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 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.”
    Charlie breathed a huge sigh of relief. His nose for trouble had proved right again. At the same time his heart kicked into overdrive. “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. LA, like so many other metropolitan cities, was filled with crazies. Charlie puffed out 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 that came his way. He’d blackened a few eyes and bloodied a few noses back then. He wasn’t above doing that now, either, not if it meant protecting