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of his manhood and force him to ingest it in spite of Gabe’s attempt to explain that nothing had happened, that he’d only gotten a ride home from Chelsea, Billy had clammed up, refusing to cooperate and offer any testimony on his waste-of-space cousin.
    Fortunately, Elle had still managed to persuade a jury to convict Derrick Monroe of murder even without his cousin’s testimony. But that didn’t make Gabe feel like any less of an asshole for screwing things up to begin with. He knew Elle had fought tooth and nail for this conviction, and he owed her. Big time.
    He cast a quick glance around the nearly empty courtroom, then took a step toward her, closing the distance between them. He gently took hold of her elbow. “I’m sorry, Elle,” he told her, his voice low. “I really am. I fu—” He caught himself and sent another glance around the room before sighing. “I screwed up. I know that. Let me take you to dinner, make it up to you.”
    Her even gaze met and held his, but there was no forgiveness there. Hell, if he was being honest, she’d been even colder and more distant with him in the last year—since Chris’s death—than she’d ever been.
    He’d thought maybe things were improving. Elle had been so concerned for him the day Chris died, dragging his sloppy-drunk ass home before he’d done something colossally stupid. But the rest of the night after that was kind of a haze. He thought maybe he’d kissed her, but hell, he’d been dreaming of her for so long, longing to taste her soft lips, that kiss and the resulting unbelievable make-out session could’ve just been a figment of his imagination. And she sure as shit wasn’t giving him any vibes to the contrary…
    â€œDinner?” she scoffed. “Are you kidding me? You think dinner is going to make up for nearly losing this case?”
    He closed his eyes for a moment on a sigh. “No, Elle. I don’t. I know nothing I can do or say is going to make a difference, but it won’t stop me from trying. I’m sorry as hell. I don’t know how many times I have to say it before you believe me.”
    Elle’s chin trembled a little as she said, “That son of a bitch Monroe ambushed one of my friends—one of your friends, Gabe. He walked into the diner where you and Chris were eating lunch and shot him three times—just because he was a cop. And Monroe nearly got away with it because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” She jerked her arm out of his grasp. “ Sorry doesn’t cut it.”
    Before Gabe could stop her, Elle had taken a few angry strides away, her heels clicking purposefully on the floor in a very clear message that echoed the ramrod straight line of her back and dismissive angle of her chin. But he jogged to catch up and cut in front of her, blocking her path. “Then what will?”
    She huffed and gave him an exasperated look. “ What? ”
    â€œWhat do I have to do to make it up to you?” he pressed. “We have to work together, Elle. You can’t be mad at me forever.”
    â€œBet me.” She shouldered her way past him, storming out of the courtroom.
    Gabe heaved another sigh and ran a hand over the blond spikes of his high-and-tight before following, determined to win her over and insinuate himself back into her good graces. He just didn’t have any frigging clue how to go about it…
    * * *
    Damn Gabe Dawson and his arrogance!
    Nothing ever changed.
    Well, she had news for Fairfield County’s golden boy. She wasn’t buying what he was selling. And she’d be damned if she was going to be just another notch on Gabe Dawson’s belt. She’d leave that role to the badge bunnies who threw themselves constantly at the handsome deputy.
    Fortunately, he didn’t seem to recall the night of Chris’s death, when she’d taken him home and had been stupid