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will still be your safe place.”
    Jack took me by the arm and led me away when the paramedics came in to check out Mariah.
    “She’ll be okay,” he said. “The intruders suffered far more damage than she did.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked, looking back at Mariah. She looked so tiny and young.
    “There were two of them. She broke both their noses and crushed one of their hands. Not to mention she kicked their man jewels up into their chest cavities.” He laughed. “She is a walking menace to society.”
    “How do you know all this?”
    “We apprehended them crying and limping down the street.”
    “Were they armed?” I asked. We’d never had any problems in this area. It scared and infuriated me that someone would steal from a shelter.
    “Nope. They were kids. Fifteen years old—looking for some money for booze or drugs.” Jack ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “I have to finish talking to Mariah before they take her to the hospital. I want you to look around and see if anything is missing.”
    “Is it safe?” I asked, scanning the mess.
    “It should be, but I’m sending an officer with you,” he said, giving me a funny look. “Wait here.”
    “Fine,” I said, wondering if the cops would let us open our doors tomorrow. The mess wasn’t bad at all considering the injuries sustained by the intruders and Mariah. It looked like the main room was the only one that had suffered any damage. The computer was smashed and a couple of chairs seemed to be broken.
    “Are you the one who wants to look around?” a deep voice asked from behind me.
    “Yes, I . . .” I was speechless. In front of me stood the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Taller than Jack, he had dark brown, messy, sexy hair and the most unusual ice blue eyes. Built like Adonis . . . he was perfect. Even his voice was hot. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears and I thought I might pass out. Was he a movie star? Was he gay? His jeans, black T-shirt, and tennis shoes were nothing special, but on him they looked like foreplay. First I would peel his shirt off with my teeth and then I would . . .
    “Are you okay?” he asked, watching me with concern. “Maybe you should sit down.” He took my arm to help me to a chair and I could swear a shot of electricity blasted up my arm and straight to my panties. It was like those vampire romances . . . Maybe he was a vampire. Or maybe I was insane.
    “What’s your name?” he asked as he squatted in front of my chair. He smelled like heaven—Irish Spring soap, fresh laundry, and man. He was talking to me . . . God, if he was gay, I’d have a sex change for him . . . He asked me a question, but he was so pretty . . . Wait, what the hell did he ask?
    “I’m sorry,” I said in a porn-star voice I seemed to have no control over. “I didn’t understand the question. Could you repeat it?”
    “I asked you what your name was.” He chuckled. Was he staring at my mouth? He reached out and pulled on one of my curls and my brain stopped functioning.
    “My name,” I stammered. What in the hell was my name? I knew it earlier, I swear I did. Balls, he’s going to think I’m mentally challenged or just really stupid. Oh my God, his eyes . . . Why can’t I remember my freakin’ name? How hard can it be? I think it starts with a C or maybe a K.
    “Her name is Kristy,” Jack interjected, grinning at me like an idiot. “And this is Mitch, my best friend and new partner.” He waggled his eyebrows and kept tilting his head toward Mitch.
    Kill me now.
    Why oh why did the man who sent electrical shockwaves to my undies have to be the cop who could make me lose Cardboard Brett Favre and have to dine with Edith and Mrs. C for two weeks? And why in the hell was he looking at me like he wanted to eat me? If I could just rip my eyes away from his perfect mouth, I’m sure my grasp on the English language would return.
    “Hi, Kristy.” Mitch grinned. “Why don’t we take a walk around