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    "Yeah?"
    "Detectives Nick Dante and Dave
O'Connor, Major Fraud. Can we come up?"
    Lucy stared at the buzzer. What the hell
was he doing here? With his partner? He didn't need the cavalry to scare her
off Mollino. Then again, in the apartment last night he'd seemed keen to do
more than warn her away, so maybe he needed reinforcements so he wouldn't
succumb to the hussy .
    "Lucy? Open the door."
    She blinked rapidly and pressed the
button to unlock the door downstairs then opened her door so they could enter
without knocking. She quickly checked her image in the hall mirror and
grimaced. She wore no makeup and her hair stuck out at angles—definitely not
one of her better days. She tried to flatten her hair, but it stubbornly
disobeyed and she gave in as she heard footsteps on the landing.
    Nick Dante and a short redhead she
vaguely recognized stepped inside. The partner scanned her entrance foyer and
peered past her shoulder at her tiny apartment before settling his gaze on the
swell of her breasts above the towel. Nick's dark gaze went straight to her face
and grazed down her towel-clad body as if memorizing every inch of her flesh. It
was unnerving but kind of thrilling when his tongue flicked out, skimming his
upper lip. Eventually he focused on her face, his expression passive.
    His partner smirked without looking up
and Lucy felt the tips of her ears flush but she refused to cover herself. Let
him stare. It was the closest he'd ever get to seeing that much of her.
    She frowned. Now where had this new
attitude come from? This six month dry spell wouldn't end if she didn't cast
her net wider than Nick Dante.
    "So what have I done now?" she
asked, speaking to Nick. She was going to ignore the stocky redhead for as long
as possible. It was rude to stare.
    "Nothing," said Nick, "as
far as we know." He looked away and studied the entrance hall. She led
them into her living room and indicated they should sit on her couch. They did,
both perching on the edge awkwardly as if ready to spring up at the slightest
sound.
    "Coffee?" she said, determined
not to let Nick's sudden presence unnerve her to the point where she let him
see it. She could do the perfect hostess thing if she put her mind to it.
    "Sure," said Dave.
    "No," said Nick, glaring at his
partner. "We're here on business."
    She turned a chair from her small dining
table around and sat on it, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap.
Although the bar heater in the lounge was on, it didn't throw out much heat. But
Lucy wasn't cold, despite wearing only a towel. Just looking into the warm
brown eyes of Nick Dante was enough to heat her blood.
    "Business?" She raised one brow
and studied him, looking for any sign of imperfection, anything that would turn
her off him. But he was one hell of a handsome man with a powerful frame, long
legs and hard, rugged face. Even the tear-drop scar beneath brooding, dark eyes
added to the Medieval knight effect he had going.
    "We need your help."
    Now there was a surprise. She raised one
brow.
    "Mollino's dead. Murdered."
    Lucy's jaw dropped, then she remembered
she was supposed to be composed and in control and snapped it shut. "How?"
    Nick leaned back and expelled a breath. He
opened his mouth to say something but Dave butted in. "If we knew that we
wouldn't need your help."
    Lucy stiffened. "Sniping at me isn't
going to get you want you want."
    Dave smirked, one side of his top lip
curling up. "Then what would, Lucy ?" He sneered out her name.
    She stood, not able to stay still any
longer and listen to this man's attitude. Obviously Nick wasn't playing good
cop to his partner's bad one because he sat back passively, saying nothing. A
good cop would have shut his partner up by now. Great, she was being confronted
by two men who both wanted to be the bad one.
    "How about please?" She strode
past them and into her bedroom, slamming the door. She wanted to throw
something but refrained and ripped the towel off instead.