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    every fiber of his being.
    "I'm not one of your whores, Nolan," she said, as though the words were a rune of protection against
    the naked hunger she saw emblazoned on his face.
    "I know who the hell you are." He took a step toward her, but she moved back and he stilled. He
    could feel his cock hardening again and knew if there was no chance of them being intruded upon again,
    he'd take her right there on the floor of the precinct's break room.
    She seemed to understand and her cheeks glowed with color. "Don't start something you have no
    intention of finishing, Nolan."
    "I want you," he whispered. "Right here." He pointed at the table beside them. "Right now."
    "_Marek, get out here!_"
    They stared at one another, ignoring Triplett's bellow of outrage and the accompanying laughter that
    punctuated it, but they could not ignore the adolescent chants which began to thunder from the squad
    room: "_Marek! Marek! Marek!_"
    Rhianna's face flamed. She spun around and ran for the door, but his voice brought her to an abrupt
    halt.
    "Tonight," Nolan called out to her.
    "What?" she managed to ask, looking back at him.
    "At your place. Tonight." He fused his gaze with hers. "I'll be there at seven."
    Her belly quivered again and she sucked in a quick breath before rushing from the room.
    Nolan sagged against the table, staggered into one of the chairs, then crashed down onto the vinyl seat
    with a nervous expulsion of breath. Reaching up a trembling hand, palm damp, he ran it through his hair
    and gathered a handful, tugging painfully at his scalp.
    "You don't have to pull your hair out over it, Irish," Cortesio drawled from the doorway. "It was
    bound to happen sooner or later." He laughed at Irish's grunt of disbelief then pulled a chair out from the
    nearest table, swung a leg over, and straddled it. Propping his chin on the edge of the high chrome back,
    he studied Nolan's flushed face.
    Conor Nolan still didn't understand what had happened to him. He was stunned by his actions, acutely
    appalled at the way he had behaved, and yet he was still so aroused it was uncomfortable to sit. He
    couldn't stand up because his erection was still throbbing in his jeans and Cortesio would hoot with
    laughter.
    "The woman loves you, you know," Cortesio commented softly and arched one thick dark brow when
    Nolan's head snapped up and he looked at his partner in surprise. Cortesio nodded. "It's true. She does."
    "What am I going to do, Joey?"
    "If it were any other woman, I'd say lay her and forget it, but Marek ain't like other women, now, is
    she?"
    "No," came the quiet, heartfelt answer.
    "Then, as I see it, you've got two choices." Cortesio held up his hand and ticked the choices off on his
    fingers. "One, you can go over there, talk to her, see how it goes. Tell her things got a little out of hand
    today and that you're sorry you humiliated her before the entire precinct." He clucked away another grunt
    of despair from his partner. "Maybe things are starting to come to a head and you two can get together.
    Or…"
    Nolan looked up. "Or what?"
    "Or you call her at six-thirty and tell her it was all a big mistake, that you aren't interested, that you're a
    class-act prick, and you'll see her around."
    "I can't do that!"
    "Of course you can't." Cortesio got up and put his chair under the table. "If I need you, I'll call you at
    Marek's."

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    *Chapter Four*
    He was stunned to find her waiting for him when he got off work. She was sitting in the deep shadows
    on his porch, rocking gently in one of the two chairs as though the frigid air did not concern her.
    "Where's your car?" he asked and glanced at the street.
    "I took a taxi," she said on a breathless sigh that made his groin tighten painfully. The rocking chair
    squeaked as she pushed out of it.
    He was mesmerized by the way she moved toward him through the nocturnal glow of early evening.
    Her body fairly undulated as she walked and the intoxicating aroma of her