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through when it opened and the Brit appeared. “Miss Devereaux will be right out.”
    Ah, so there is the D half of the infamous JD. A woman managing this place? Interesting. She must be a bruiser. One of those old washed-up women who’d seen the prettier side of life way back when, then when the looks and body took a dive resorted to the other side of the sheets. Management.
    Jase nodded to the doorman, who closed the door and walked stiffly past him to the front door, where he stood like a wooden soldier. What a shitty job.
    Jase turned back to the soft click of the other door handle.
    The creature that emerged struck him dumb. Literally. He could not have formed a coherent word and spoken at that instant even if the fate of the free world hung in the balance. His body instantaneously warmed and his stomach did a slow, hard roll, then another. Her sultry musky scent infiltrated his senses and attacked him like a lethal virus. His mouth went dry.
    Holy Mother.
    Big jade-colored eyes that slanted upward at the corners reminded him of a feral cat. A sleek, black feral cat. Boldly, she stared unwaveringly at him. Her cool indifference was unsettling. Straight hair so black it almost looked blue hung like a veil around her heart-shaped face. The delicate nostrils of her short aquiline nose flared, and her ruby red lips parted just enough to reveal brilliant white teeth.
    Jase couldn’t help it. His eyes traveled from her ethereal face down that long slender neck to breasts so full and creamy they reminded him of caramel apples. He bet they were fake. They had to be. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples stiffened as he stared, and he knew for tits that perfect to sit up that firm and that high they had to have had some help.
    She extended a slender hand, the nails perfectly manicured and real, not those fake red claw jobs the hookers favored.
    “Sergeant Vaughn? Jade Devereaux, proprietress of Callahan’s. How may I help you?”
    You can help me by relieving this boner.
    Jase took her hand. The current of electricity that sparked between them startled him. The jolt went straight to his dick. His eyes narrowed, and hers widened. She tried to pull her hand from his. His fingers tightened. Her warmth surprised him. It shouldn’t have. He bet she was a tiger in bed.
    His eyes raked her long lithe form, the silky black halter dress she wore doing nothing to quell his imagination. In that moment, as he envisioned her long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep into her, and that red pouty mouth of hers open, panting, begging him to fuck her harder, he knew the vision would become a reality.
    “I can think of several ways.”
    She yanked her hand from his, her eyes cooling to stone. Retreating a step, she said, “State your business.”
    Taking his time while enjoying the sight, Jase pulled his notepad from the breast pocket of his jacket. He flipped it open, ignored the throb in his dick, and wished he could ignore the woman standing no more than three feet from him. She was damn distracting.
    “I’m here regarding Andrew Townsend. Was he here last night?”
    “I’m afraid, Sergeant, I cannot divulge that type of information.”
    “Why not?”
    “The names of our members are not for publication.”
    “So you’re saying he was a member?”
    “I’m saying, if he were, we would not divulge the information. It’s privileged.”
    “Answer me this, then: Do you personally know Andrew Townsend?”
    “I choose not to answer your question.”
    “Do you know he was murdered not far from here last night?”
    Jade gasped. “How—?” Then she quickly collected herself. “I’m sorry for anyone’s death, Sergeant Vaughn.”
    He watched her closely. Her nostrils flared and her left hand trembled. He noticed a Band-Aid on her left ring finger. “What happened?” he asked, pointing to her hand. She quickly covered it with her other hand before releasing it. She looked him straight in the eye. “I cut myself