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been bored, something obvious to his superior, who’d recognized his talent along with his tendency to skirt the rules, pulled some strings, and gotten him into the NYPD. There, life had been more exciting, keeping him hopping. Never bored, never tied down.
    He loved his life. So why did Cara’s words still bother him two full days later?
    What bugged him even more was that he had to visit his brother at Cara’s house, a place filled with memories even he couldn’t shut off.
    Parking his Ford F-150 in the driveway, he recalled following her home from Joe’s and pulling up behind her sporty blue Jeep Cherokee. His hand on her back as they walked up the entry to the small condo. Her shutting the door behind them, flicking on the hall entry light. And then any gentlemanly qualities he possessed had flown out the window. Mike had always been a guy with a healthy sex drive, and his months undercover had been a long dry spell, but he was hard pressed to explain the chemistry that had his hands all over her immediately.
    So what if her laughter in the bar had rung in his ears,leaving him with a lightness inside him that he hadn’t experienced in too long, if ever? And he’d seen sexy women in short skirts and cowboy boots before, but when Cara had leaned over a table to whisper something to a friend, Mike realized those tights she wore rose only thigh high. He’d broken into a sweat right then. Still, not enough of an explanation in his mind. Neither was what happened next.
    Joe’s Bar had never been known for dancing, but somehow Joe’s fiancée, Annie Kane, had persuaded him to expand the bar and put in a dance floor. Mike had been nursing a beer with Sam when he caught sight of Cara in some guy’s arms, his hands slipping downward from her waist to her ass. Mike was up in an instant, reaching her just as Cara gripped the man’s wrist and threatened to break it if he didn’t play nice. She hadn’t needed Mike’s help, but she’d gratefully let him cut in. Next thing he knew,
his
hands slipped from her waist beneath her shirt, his fingertips grazing the silken skin on her back. Except she didn’t stop him.
    When he asked, “Want to get out of here?” her softly whispered “Yes” slammed into him full force. She’d excused herself to say good-bye to Sam and Alexa and the other friends she’d been hanging out with. And the next few hours had completely blown his mind and had him leaving before she woke the next morning.
    Was it any wonder he hesitated in front of her front door now?
    Without warning, the front door opened wide and Cara greeted him. “Were you going to ring the bell? Or did you plan to stand outside all day?” she asked, a knowing smile on her face.
    “I take it we’re past the formality stage?” He followed her into the front entry.
    “Unless you prefer we go back to the way things were, Chief? I could call you
sir
,” she offered with a deliberately saucy smile.
    He narrowed his gaze, determined not to let her provokehim. “When we’re off duty, informal is fine.” He drew a long breath. “How’s Sam?”
    “I’ve never met a more annoying patient,” she muttered.
    “Which tells me he’s recovering?”
    She nodded. “He’s in the den watching television. You know the way, so go on in.” To her credit, though she blushed, probably remembering the last time he was here, she held his gaze and didn’t flinch. “Can I get you something to drink? Soda? Water?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “No, thanks.”
    A few minutes later, both he and Cara were seated near Sam, who looked a hell of a lot better here than in a hospital bed. “You’re not green anymore,” Mike said of his brother’s coloring.
    “I’m better. And I’m antsy.”
    “And it’s only been forty-eight hours, so relax yourself. You’re a couple of weeks away from being cleared to return to work, so chill.”
    Sam muttered a curse. “I’ve got things to do.”
    “Nothing that can’t wait. Cara can