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Diane.” But his eyes held Sophia’s for a long
time before he began to fill the orders.
    She and Bec started to walk back to the booth when he spoke
again.
    “Who’s the guy?” he asked as he efficiently drew beer from
the tap and poured shots over ice.
    “You mean with us?” Rebecca asked. “Logan Tanner. He and
Sophia are here to help with a case.”
    “That right?” He set the drinks on Diane’s tray and she
flounced off, obviously not happy to be shut out of the conversation. “You
talking about Darrell Franklin?”
    Rebecca looked at her sister as if to say no use denying it.
    “Yes. That’s the one.”
    “Damn shame about him. Can’t imagine what kind of animal got
him. Did that to him.” He leaned on the bar and locked his gaze with Sophia’s.
“You a cop, too?”
    “Not anymore.” She hitched herself onto the empty barstool
next to her, aware that her legs were suddenly like rubber. “I used to be in
the state CID like Bec.”
    “So what do you do?”
    “I…work with a specialized group based in Texas.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “Specialized? That why they called you
in?”
    Called us in. Right.
    “We have experience with unusual killings. Listen, it’s been
very nice meeting you but I really think I’m ready for some food.”
    “Hot roast beef and fries,” he told her. “Best on the menu
tonight.”
    “Oh. Well. Fine.” She managed to move off the stool and get
her feet under her. The air between them was alive with sexual awareness. “I’ll
ask Logan what he wants.”
    “To eat,” Clint said.
    “What?” She frowned. “Of course to eat.”
     
    Clint finished fixing the drinks and leaned on the bar to
watch Sophia. She looked just as good going away as she did coming toward him.
Maybe five four, he figured, with that mass of hair nearly as dark as his own.
Not skinny but with curves that even her jacket and sweater didn’t quite
disguise. Sexy, in a well-toned package. An earthiness that radiated from
beneath the very utilitarian clothing.
    And those eyes! Jesus! Like molten emeralds. They could
pierce directly to a man’s soul.
    He was glad he was standing behind the bar and was wearing
heavy jeans. Otherwise everyone in the place would see his sudden erection
poking to get loose. He worked hard to keep his overactive libido under
control, a byproduct of his genetic structure. Most of the time it worked.
    He’d kept his sexual liaisons to a minimum since he’d been
back in Houlton, usually venturing as far away as Bangor and Portland for what
he could only call his shack-ups. Scratching an itch. Couldn’t let himself
become the topic of conversation around here. Or raise anyone’s expectations.
So far it was working.
    But Sophia Black looked at him and the heat blasted straight
to his groin. He wanted her naked and under him, his cock buried deep inside
her. And not just for one night.
    And that scared him more than anything else.
    Gritting his teeth, he picked up the bar rag and began
polishing the spot that already shone from his efforts. When Diane passed new
drink orders to him he was glad for the distraction.
     
    “That’s some impression you made.” Rebecca’s voice was
pitched low and filled with amusement.
    “I think it’s just part of his bartender charm,” Sophia
protested.
    Bec laughed aloud. “Trust me. Charm is the last word anyone
would use to describe Clint Beaudine.”
    “I thought maybe you’d forgotten all about me,” Logan
grinned, standing up so Sophia could slide back into the booth.
    “Not a chance.”
    “Don’t jab me with your elbow but that bartender looked as
if he wanted to drag you away to his cave.”
    Sophia felt her face heat. Had it been that obvious to
anyone but her? “I think you’re reading too much into a civil conversation.”
    He laughed out loud. “I’m a man, remember? I know the signs.
Anyway, are we going to eat? My stomach’s crawling up my backbone.”
    The waitress had delivered her drinks and now