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careless.
    “Some bastard broke
into my house and searched it tonight, but nothing was missing.”
    “Shit.” Rage and
concern for her safety burned through him. “Why didn’t you call me?”
    “I tried, but you
wouldn’t answer and your voicemail box is full. Why don’t you ever clean it
out?”
    He felt like kicking
himself. “I’m sorry.” When he was undercover, it was dangerous to take calls
and he’d had no time today to check his voicemail. “What happened? I want
details.”
    “After the police
left, this creepy guy called and asked, ‘Where is it?’ He told me the name of
the thing he wants, but it was a foreign language. I couldn’t understand the
words. He said if I didn’t give it to him I’d regret it. But I have no idea
what he’s talking about.”
    “I knew it.” So Jared’s
murderer was coming out of hiding, finally. Just the break he was waiting for.
He only wished she’d caught the name of the object the bastard was looking for.
    Most of all, it
pissed him off that the asshole threatened Emily.
    After retrieving
their drinks from the bartender and paying, he took a sip of beer and gave
their surroundings a quick perusal. No one appeared inordinately interested in
them, but the place had hidden cameras. The drug dealer he was investigating
owned the bar and no doubt watched everyone via the cameras, especially people
like Nick who was trying to get deeper into his organization.
    “Don’t drink too much
of that unless you can hold your liquor,” he told her.
    “I won’t.” That had
to mean she couldn’t. She might get drunk from two sips for all he knew. And
that would put them in a worse mess.
    He pulled her close and
pretended to talk dirty in her ear. “It’s dangerous as hell for you to be here.
I need you to pretend to be my date. Follow my lead.” When she nodded, he
continued. “My name is Nick Worth. Yours is Emily Green. We went out one time
before, last week. I’m the drummer in this band called Moonstone.”
    He had to get her out
of here, but the band hadn’t yet played their set and he never left with women
this early in the night. He didn’t want to deviate much from his normal MO.
    “We’re supposed to go
on and play in a few minutes. All you have to do is act like a groupie.”
    “What’s a groupie—oh,
you mean one of those sex-addicted girls who can’t wait to screw the whole
band.”
    A shot of arousal
ricocheted through him and his cock hardened like granite. “Don’t say things
like that,” he growled. Damn, he couldn’t take being around her, especially in
those clothes. “And, by the way, could you have dressed any skimpier?”
    The top of the dress
had two strips of fabric that barely covered her breasts. Her cleavage was lickable,
the sides of her perky tits showing. Her hard nipples protruded beneath the
thin fabric. The hem of the dress barely covered a few inches of her delectable
thighs. He wanted to carry her to the back room and fuck her against the wall.
    “I didn’t want to…draw
suspicion.” She sipped at the margarita and licked the salt from her lips. His
gut clenched and his balls tightened. Damn, he wanted to lick her from her red
pouting lips to her ankles and back again.
    “Believe me, you
won’t.” But she’d draw every straight man’s attention in this place and he
might have to fight them off. He knew how to solve that problem. “Let’s dance.”
He set her drink on the bar and lifted her off the stool. She’d had enough
alcohol anyway. More than half a margarita and she’d probably start staggering.
    He had to show every
man here she was with him so there’d be no question. No bozos hitting on her
while he was on stage with the band. If he left with her now, the band couldn’t
play, which would jeopardize the cover he’d cultivated for months. They all
knew he enjoyed a variety of women, but he’d never bailed on his band mates to
leave with one. Not only would the guys think he was acting odd, so would