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adhesive backing.”
    He grimaced. “Like duct tape?”
    “Would you please stop ogling me?”
    He lifted his gaze. “But when you rip them off, does it not hurt?”
    “This is entirely inappropriate.”
    “Scusi, signorina, but it is entirely inappropriate for you to harm your breasts. They are very sensitive, no?”
    She glared at him. “They're tougher than they look.”
    His gaze dropped once more to her chest. “Then you would not object to rough handling?”
    The nerve of this guy! “I'm not discussing that with you.”
    “A little nibbling, perhaps?”
    She snatched her bra from his hand and turned her back to him as she dropped it into the tote bag. “I shouldn't have come. You're impossible to talk to. I swear, you have a one-track mind.”
    “Perhaps.” He sighed. “People have always said I cannot escape my heritage. My father seduced hundreds of women in his lifetime. My mother was his last conquest.”
    “Sounds like a real Casanova.” Lara set her empty gun down, then stuffed her uniform back into the bag.
    “Exactly,” he said wryly.
    She dropped her hat back into the bag. “Since you refuse to answer my questions, I'm leaving.” She picked up the empty automatic.
    “I wish I could answer you.”
    She turned to face him. “Then do.”
    “I… cannot.”
    “Try me.”
    His gaze flitted down and then back to her face. “I am very tempted to give you a try.”
    Her pulse speeded up. “Must you do that? Twist everything I say into some sort of sexual challenge?”
    “Yes, I must.” His eyes gleamed as he leaned forward. “It is only foreplay when you feel it.”
    She stiffened. This man was outrageous. “I don't feel anything.”
    “I think you do. Your heart is racing.”
    How did he know that? “Give me the clip for my gun.”
    “So you can shoot me?” He touched her hair and rubbed a strand between his thumb and forefinger. “Your hair is like a fiery nimbus surrounding an angel of vengeance. What is your name, bellissima? Robby said it was Susie, but he thought you were lying.”
    She moved out of his reach. “I'm Officer Boucher to you. And I want my clip back, so I can leave.”
    He stepped toward her. “I bet you have a lovely, lyrical name to match the beauty of your face. A rich, melodious name that rolls off the tongue and reminds me of the luscious curves of your delectable body.”
    She stepped back and bumped against the wall. Damn.
    He planted his hands on the wall, hemming her in. “Your beautiful name, bellissima. What is it?”
    She narrowed her eyes. “Butch.”
    He blinked. “Butch?”
    “The guys at the precinct call me that. It's short for

Boucher.” She shoved at his shoulders, but it didn't move him an inch. His body was like a boulder of granite. His head, too, no doubt.
    “Butch,” he murmured. “You're full of surprises. I like that.”
    Since he couldn't be budged with brute force, she'd have to try another tactic. “Tell me, Jack.” She wrapped her right arm around his waist so that the gun rested against his back. “What else do you like about me?”
    The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed. “I like your persistence. And your cleverness.”
    He hadn't mentioned her looks. She liked that. She gazed at his mouth and licked her lips. “Tell me more, Jack.”
    He lowered his head till his mouth was a mere inch from hers. She could feel his breath upon her cheek. She leaned into him and eased her left hand into his trouser pocket where he'd stashed the clip.
    “Bellissima.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. “You're driving me crazy.”
    Was she really? Good. She liked that. She also liked the feel of the clip safely gripped in her hand. She eased her hand from his pocket and brushed her cheek against his whiskered jaw. “Kiss me, Jack.”
    “Before or after you shoot me?” His hand latched around her wrist. He lifted her arm so he could see the clip in her hand. “Shame on you, Butch.”
    “Shame on you. Refusing to answer my