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stop reacting to him like a horny teenager. After retrieving the bedding supplies, she plopped them on a chair. “Here you go.” As fast as she could, she left the living room, then closed herself in her bedroom.
    She crawled into bed and yanked the covers high. If she didn’t get some sleep, she’d be worthless at work tomorrow and too exhausted to prove a crime had occurred.
    She closed her eyes and concentrated on clearing her mind. Only she kept picturing Will’s handsome face. His thick sandy hair and sparkling eyes. The comfort she’d found in his embrace confirmed what she’d been thinking for months—she still had feelings for him. Nothing she did seemed to diminish those feelings.
    When she’d needed to confide in someone, Will had been the first person she’d called. Certainly not Jerome, the guy she’d dated after Will, not Betsy, her secretary. Not any of her friends.
    Will.
    She ought to quit dwelling on him. Gram would never approve of her being with Will, and Megan couldn’t disappoint her. She owed her all she had, everything she was. Even if she could convince Gram to give him a chance, Will’s mother had made it clear she wasn’t welcome in Will’s life. Maybe she should have told him, but what was the point? She refused to further damage his already troubled relationship with his parents.
    Her growling stomach reminded her of the meals she’d missed. She tried to ignore the persistent rumbling by rolling onto her side and squeezing her eyes shut. No use.
    She threw back the sheets and huffed. Another stomach pang roared.
    With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen. She grabbed a banana and ate it while she peered out the window into the inky night, thinking about the poor girl who’d been murdered. What had her life been like? Who had loved her? Who would mourn her?
    The fruit turned to lead in her stomach. She sank onto one of the bistro chairs and leaned her chin on her hands. The girl’s frightened eyes flashed before her, begging for help. Megan owed it to the young woman to see that her killer was brought to justice. Maybe Will would know where to begin to solve the mystery. He was a cop after all.
    She headed to the living room and found him still asleep. Will’s gun, flashlight and wallet lay on the end table by his head. She started to leave but stopped at his sharp intake of breath.
    “Hey.” His voice, husky with sleep, wrapped around her and drew her closer.
    “Hi. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    Sure I did.
    He eased up and patted the cushion alongside his legs. “Siddown.”
    When she did, he curled his fingers into her shoulders and massaged. She prayed he couldn’t hear her heart hammering. The extravagant sensation of his hands on her flesh pulled all the tension from her body. She shouldn’t lead him on, but she couldn’t resist being close to him. Her nipples puckered, and her sex pulsed with long-denied yearning. She squeezed her thighs together.
    Will kneaded behind her neck, then combed his fingers along her scalp. “You have the softest hair. And you always smell like vanilla, so damn sweet.”
    A whisper of delight shimmied over her skin. She held perfectly still and willed herself to find the strength to stop him. He shifted his leg against her back, and the spot where they touched sizzled with electricity.
    “Megan.” He said it like a prayer, full of reverence and emotion.
    She shut her eyes and pretended this was all a dream. He brushed his lips along her neck. Then he turned her toward him and kissed her cheek, her forehead, finally her lips. He cradled her head and moaned into her mouth. A tsunami of yearning flooded her veins. She couldn’t get enough of his cinnamon taste. He circled her tongue with his, glided it over her teeth and explored every inch of her mouth.
    Like a long-lost lover.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to the moment. Nothing else existed while she and Will touched. She pulled