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Sunny’s hand stopped mid-twirl as the hair twisted around her pointer finger began to stick to her damp skin. She constantly came out looking like a fool in front of him.
    “I haven’t witnessed that side of you.”
    Sunny liked the way his lips twitched before he smiled. Good to know she hadn’t imagined the hint of humor he’d displayed last week at the precinct. If it were possible to kick herself, she would. She needed to stay firm and not let his looks break her will down. A partnership with him was not something she wanted, if only her libido would remember that.
    “Seriously, how’d you get Benny to hire you?”
    Her nerves dissipated, and she focused on him with a steady gaze. “I had to do some quick talking. Basically I gave him a sob story about needing a job, or I’d be sleeping in my car.”
    “So he took pity on you and set you up as bartender?”
    “Only after I assured him I’d scare his customers away if he threw me on stage.”
    She couldn’t look away as a thick wave of hair fell over his eyes when he laughed. Rich. Deep. Earthy. Real. She’d never heard anything so genuine and relaxed, and it warmed her all over. He smoothed the hair from his face as he glided his large hand through the unruly mass.
    “Hmm, it’s nice to see you have a sense of humor,” she said.
    “You didn’t think you held the monopoly on it, did you?”
    She had no response. Men never bantered with her like this. She was used to having the upper hand and the last word.
    “Well—um—did you want to look at evidence, or would you rather sit here all night while I practice my southern accent?”
    His lips curved into a heart stopping smile, one he should reserve for special occasions. “Benny must’ve been disappointed when you quit.”
    “Hmm.” Sunny remained noncommittal.
    She sat in numb silence while he did a thorough examination of the snapshots. Her hand touched the unruly pony tail at the nape of her neck and her heart sank. She barely dragged a brush through her hair before securing it with a rubber band. Dressed like a slob, and totally void of makeup, a feeling of inadequacy trickled through her. She looked like she’d come out at the losing end of a tango with a tornado. She never wore much makeup, but she usually applied a little bit of mascara and lip gloss. She hadn’t bothered with either today.
    Not that she was out to impress him, or anyone else for that matter. But looking like something the cat just dragged in wouldn’t gain her any respect.
    Sunny glanced at him from beneath her lashes. After appraising him from head to toe, she felt worse.
    If she had to describe perfection, she’d hold up his picture. Dressed in a black and gray pin striped suit he looked like the poster boy for a tailored professional. His body filled out his suit so well, it should be illegal. The dusky hue of his skin, and the luxurious dark chocolate eyelashes framing his penetrating eyes showcased his heritage.
    The way the length of his hair fanned across his forehead made her think of a small boy. But, there was nothing boyish about him. He was all man .
    What would it feel like to run her fingers through his wealth of hair and pull his head back with a quick tug while she hovered over him with her face millimeters from his own? Not liking the direction of her thoughts, she coughed, cleared her throat and then focused on the wood grain pattern of the tongue and groove floor.
    Judson stopped shuffling through the photographs and looked at her. “Were these all the pictures Glen had?”
    She nodded, not trusting herself to speak and make any type of sense.
    He tossed the pictures onto the coffee table one by one, and she scooped them into a neat pile.
    Judson rested his forearms over his knees, locking his fingers together. “I know you’re about as happy at the prospect of working with me as I am with you, but I think if you hear me out you’ll understand why I agreed to get involved.”
    At least the dislike