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     the night. Kayne studied the ceiling above the couch where he'd passed out again,
     trying to find the motivation to get up and go to work. Even with the alcohol, he'd
     had a restless night, his sleep interrupted by erotic dreams involving a whiskey-eyed
     beauty. Vivid dreams of caressing every square inch of Jessica’s luscious body with
     his hands and mouth. He'd suckled her breasts, tasted her honeyed core, and nibbled
     her sweet little clit until she came against his mouth, and then he'd covered her,
     surged into her, and lost himself in sheer ecstasy.
    Kayne shoved down his boxer-briefs, fisted his throbbing cock, closed his eyes, and
     let the images wash over him. He could picture her above him, her firm breasts bouncing
     each time he rocked up into her. Her soft, silky hair would curtain them as her lips
     met his, their tongues mating in time with their bodies.
    She'd touch herself, he decided. She'd play with her nipples, toying and teasing.
     Were they a sweet peach or a rosy berry, he wondered? He figured they were small and
     rosy, the color of her lips, slightly upturned like her pert little nose.
    Kayne stroked his length from root to tip, letting his thumb brush across the sensitive
     head before stroking back down. In his mind, Jessica made sexy little kitten noises
     as she rode him, and he felt her body tremble with impending orgasm.
    God, he was so close to the edge, but he fought it, wanting it to last, wanting to
     watch her orgasm first. And then she was whispering his name, a plea, a prayer, to
     make her come. Her hot core clenching tight, she sobbed his name. He shouted hers,
     and the waves dragged them under.
    ***
    Jess woke with a gasp, her face instantly flaming hot as the images slowly faded.
     She'd never had an erotic dream in her life, but that one had been Technicolor vivid.
     She'd been skin to skin with Trooper Dobrescu, straddling him, her hands braced on
     his chest as he surged up into her again and again. Whispering hot, dirty words in
     her ear, encouraging her to touch herself, to touch him as his hands settled on her
     hips and guided her up and down his thick shaft, slowly withdrawing to the tip, only
     to plunge back into her. Stretching her, stroking her clit with each thrust, until she came.
    Embarrassed by the dream and her body's uncharacteristic response, Jess shoved it
     to the back of her mind and climbed out of bed to start her day. Someone like Kayne
     would laugh if he knew she was having any dream about him, much less one of those . He was way out of her league, and she wasn't foolish enough to go down that road
     again.
     

FOUR
     
    Kayne had just checked on duty when Del asked to meet before he headed south to his
     own district. Arriving first, Kayne pulled over into the empty parking lot behind
     the county complex. A moment later, Del pulled up alongside, facing the opposite direction
     so they were driver’s side window to driver’s side window. “I wanted to invite you
     for lunch, today.”
    “Sure, where?” After last week’s blow up at the restaurant, he figured the other officer would avoid
     him. Since he was offering an olive branch, Kayne decided no matter how awkward he'd
     feel , he needed to mend some fences.
    “Green Valley Park, by the amphitheater.”
    Seemed like a strange place. “What time?”
    “It starts at two, but we'll be there a while, so come by whenever you can.”
    “What starts at two?”
    “A group of us get together and have a picnic the first Sunday of every month, right
     after church.”
    Kayne balked at the mention of church. “I'm not really the church-going type.” A hell
     of an understatement—he and God weren’t on speaking terms.
    “Trust me, you aren't the only one. We'll feed you anyway.” Del didn’t give him a
     chance to argue further. “See you at two.” With that parting statement, he drove off.
     Rumor had it the man would give his own mother a speeding-ticket, yet he seemed a