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stove.
    “Oh, believe me, it’s not an act. They do whatever they want, whenever they want. Laws be damned,” she declared flatly.
    “They serve and protect,” he retorted. What the hell kind of cops had she met? He wondered.
    “Yeah. They serve themselves and protect each other.”
    He jerked back around the same time she turned with plates in one hand. “You do know I’m a cop, right?” he proclaimed, slightly shocked.
    “Damn!” she hissed as she remembered and the plates slipped out of her hand and hit the floor.
    “Well, shit.”
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    “Damn!” Bree repeated as she squatted down to pick up the plates off the floor. How could she forget he was a cop? “It’s that dang being all nice crap he’s pulling,” she mumbled under her breath, and then looked up as he bent down in front of her grinning.
    “Sorry,” she whispered softly to him. She would apologize for dropping the plates, but she would not, however, apologize for stating the truth.
    “Why don’t you go on and sit while I fix the plates?” Draco told her as he took the plates from her hand and stood back up, holding a hand out to her.
    She put her hand in his so he could help her back up, before she thought about what she was doing. When his hand closed around hers, she felt a little tingle in her stomach, but when she tried to pull her hand back, he tightened his grip. Not enough to hurt but just enough so she couldn’t pull her hand away, then he lightly tugged until she stood back up. He still didn’t let go of her hand, and instead he led her to the small kitchen table, pulled out a chair, and moved to where she would have no other choice but to sit. She sat down and only then did he let go of her hand after he gave it a light squeeze.
    She watched as he walked back to the counter, picked up the plates that she hadn’t even noticed he had sat on the counter and dropped them in the sink. He then turned back to the cabinet and got two more plates while she was rubbing her hand back and forth on her leg, trying to get the tingles—that were now not only in her stomach but also in the hand he had held—to go away.
    He walked back to the table and placed down a plate piled high with whatever he had said it was. It smelled amazing. Then he set a second plate across from her and reached his hand toward her. “Fork,” he stated. She looked at it for a beat before it registered what he was saying, and she took the fork from his hand, making sure that she was careful not to touch him.
    She watched him sit, take a bite from his plate, then he looked up at her. He had that damn sexy grin going on a-freakin’-gain. “Dig in, it’s not poison.”
    “Oh.” And then with a slight jerk, like she was coming out of a trance, she ‘dug in.’
    “Oh My Damn!” Her eyes closed and she gasped around a mouthful, chewed, then swallowed. “This is really good. I mean really, really good.” She praised and then took another bite. “Mmmm.” She couldn’t stop the moan, and she heard his fork hit the table. She looked over just as he jumped up and walked away.
    “You want something to drink?” She heard him ask, sounding surly, as she turned around in her chair to see him standing in the open refrigerator.
    “Uh…sure,” she said a little baffled.
    “Beer?” he shot back, sounding as if he was in pain.
    “No…uh, thank you, I don’t, uh…drink,” she stammered.
    He jerked around and just looked at her like she had just grown two heads. “You what?”
    “I don’t drink,” she stated matter-of-factly, because she didn’t. Never had, never wanted to. She knew all too well what alcohol and drugs could do to a person.
    “Ever?” He was still looking at her like she was crazy.
    “No, not ever.” She shrugged her shoulders as she turned back around in her seat so she wouldn’t have to see him looking at her like that. “Don’t like the effect it causes,” she mumbled low as she picked her fork up and