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gossiping about it a mile a minute, all gunning for Lexi. It’s all I’ve heard all damn night.”
    â€œCatfight stuff—but not anything serious, right?” The cop in him snapped to alert as Josh realized he might be in over his head in the fashion world. The waters were murky for him, and now that his partner and his socialite fiancée were taking off for a motorcycle trip this weekend, Josh would be losing his only insider information for a few days.
    â€œNah. The woman who wrote the letter isn’t even here tonight. Besides, this isn’t exactly the sort of crowd to take potshots in a dark alley. They do their mud-slinging right in the public eye.”
    Before Josh could thank the man, Alec sprang tohis feet and smoothed his hair back, his gaze focused outside the cage.
    Josh turned to see a scowling blonde barreling toward them, her snappy walk at odds with her elegant white gown. No doubt, Nina had arrived.
    Josh mulled over Alec’s words as the man’s wife ransomed him and the couple left together. As the crowd in the bar thinned out and the dance floor began to clear, Josh wondered if Lexi had attended the fund-raiser with anyone or was here by herself.
    Like it or not, he wouldn’t allow her to leave the bar by herself. No matter what Alec said about the fashion world slinging their mud in public, Josh didn’t like the idea of Lexi being the target of mean-spirited comments. No telling when professional jealousy could get out of hand.
    An image of Tonya Harding flashed through his mind, along with the Texas cheerleader’s mom. Lexi could be at risk, for all he knew.
    He’d just make sure she got home okay, then he would leave.
    Unless, of course, he could lure out the other side of Lexi—the sequined spitfire who had handcuffed him earlier.
    Josh had the feeling that if he tangled with her again, he wouldn’t leave until they’d uncovered every erotic possibility of handcuffs.

3
    S HE COULDN’T put it off any longer.
    Last call had come and gone. Wendy sat at the bar, reviewing the final bill with the property manager. The house lights would probably switch on at any moment.
    Lexi had to free her last captive.
    Her gaze skittered over to the jail cell where Detective Winger sat on the cage’s lone bench. His jacket was draped over the seat beside him, his white shirt stretching over shoulders that delineated mouth-watering muscles. His elbows were propped on his knees, and his silver-gray tie fell forward, the knot loosened long ago.
    Lexi didn’t need to see his eyes to know the tie matched their color. She’d caught his hungry stare enough times tonight to remember the precise shade.
    Squeezing the key to the cell padlock in her fist, she debated her approach. She’d flirted outrageously with Josh all night. Did he expect to cash in on that flirtation? Or would he flag a cab and disappear?
    Lexi wasn’t sure which idea bothered her more.
    She desperately wanted to test her feminine wiles on this man—to assuage the fear that she was as outdated and boring as the scathing letter to her editor had claimed.
    But if she went home with him, she needed to make it clear she was in charge. She didn’t need a man in her life to mess up the comfortable niche she had finally managed to carve for herself. Lexi had struggled for her independence, her self-reliance. As long as Josh understood that, as long as he let her take the lead, everything would be fine.
    Lexi hitched up her sequined bodice, fluffed the few tendrils of hair around her face, and approached the jail cell.
    Her steps faltered when Josh stood. He topped her by nearly a foot. The reminder of that height, those big shoulders, did funny things to her insides.
    He scooped up his jacket and slid it on again. “Am I free to go?”
    Lexi swallowed in a fruitless attempt to cure her suddenly dry mouth. “You’re getting your time off for good