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hair. “But I’m so glad you’re here now.” She kissed his forehead.
    “I’m glad I’m here, too,” she whispered. His hair smelled of sandalwood shampoo, and she inhaled the scent of his skin at his temples. “It sounds like a really grueling experience. I hope that poor girl’s ok, and won’t go back to that animal!”
    “I’ve come across a few abused women in my time as a cop, and they do have a tendency to go back to their abusers.”
    “But why? If a guy hit me, I’d run like hell. After I’d hit him back, of course!” Jed smiled.
    “I don’t doubt it, feisty girl!” he said. “I think they’re in denial. They love these losers so much, and can’t believe that someone who claims to love them would hurt them. Either that, or they come from broken homes, and love and abuse have always been interchangeable in their minds.”
    “And this girl?”
    “I actually think she’ll be ok. The guy’s going to jail. He’s got a criminal history, so he’s probably going down for a couple of years at least. The girl said he was on his second and last chance with her, and I do believe her. She had a plan all set up if things didn’t work out. She’d already sent her kid to her mom’s place, and there’s a job for her over there too.”
    “Well, I hope she finds some peace,” Isabel said.
    Jed was looking at her in admiration, his forefinger lightly stroking her jaw. She bent her head and brought her mouth to his. He kissed her, lightly at first, then more deeply, his lips full and soft on hers and his tongue slipping into her mouth. Their tongues danced around each other, and Isabel sighed. His hand grasped her thigh and he pulled her closer, wrapping his other arm around her waist. Her hands rested on his shoulders, unconsciously massaging the bunched-up muscles. Their kisses became hungrier, more biting. As she adjusted her ass on his lap, she felt a hardness growing there. She couldn’t resist wriggling around a little, and he made a small sound, as it became more pronounced. Jed’s arousal increased her own, and she began to burn to feel him inside her. His hands moved up and down her torso, as far as the underwire of her bra. She willed him to move higher and caress her breasts, but he stayed infuriatingly out of reach. Still being the gentleman , she thought, with frustration. His pelvis gave a jerk and he moved back and forth a couple of times. Then, he stopped abruptly, breaking away from their kiss. He lifted her off his lap, and got to his feet, laughing.
    “Ok, if we don’t stop now, dinner is going to be burned to a crisp!” Isabel’s nerve endings fizzled in disappointment. But, as she followed Jed back into the house, the smell from the oven made her stomach growl. Jed removed the casserole dish from the oven. It smelled incredible.
    “I’ll open the wine,” she said, and uncorked the bottle of red she’d brought. Jed put some rice in a pan, and prepared a salad of cucumber and tomatoes, with fresh herbs. “So what’s this called? She asked, as Jed ladled the casserole onto two plates. It was rich and dark.
    “It’s a Turkish dish, from the east of the country, not far from the Middle East, which is why it’s a bit spicy. He added some yoghurt to the plates. “You might need some of this,” he said. He paused at the kitchen table. “I was planning to have dinner here, but maybe we could eat in the garden, if you’d like?”
    “Yes, let’s!” Isabel said, always keen to take advantage of an opportunity to be outside. Jed put a lantern on the outside table, and added bowls of rice and the salad.
    “Thank you, this is amazing!” Isabel said, when they were sitting at the table.
    “It’s an absolute pleasure,” Jed replied, flashing her his straightforward smile, which always made her heartbeat speed up. It was the smile of a man who was confident in his own skin, without being arrogant. It was also personal, somehow, giving her the feeling that he’d never smiled