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solvable.”
    â€œExactly. It’s not earth-shaking stuff like busting up drug gangs—well, at least not until this week.” Her eyes sparkled and she took another pull of beer. “It’s everyday policing like theft, vandalism, domestic violence, drunk driving, bar fights. Kids, drunks, and spouses getting in trouble. But it’s bad stuff and it needs to be stopped.” Her tone brooked no argument.
    â€œThat it does. And you stop it.”
    â€œWhen I can, and I try to really stop it, not just slap a perp in jail for the night.”
    â€œYeah? Tell me more.”
    â€œI get people into counseling or community service, assist women who are leaving abusive situations, scare the shit out of teenagers so they straighten up.”
    â€œSounds good.” Curious, he studied her, a woman who was beautiful enough to be a model, smart enough to do whatever she wanted. “What made you choose police work, Karen?”
    â€œMy family.”
    â€œYour dad was a cop?”
    She shook her head. “Social worker.”
    â€œMom?”
    â€œEnvironmental activist. They’re both people with a social conscience. I take more after my dad.”
    â€œThe social work stuff. Wanting to get people help so they won’t reoffend.”
    She nodded. “My big brother’s a firefighter. When we were growing up, he wanted to save lives. My interest was law and justice. I thought of being a lawyer but didn’t want to spend my days in an office or a courtroom. I wanted to be out on the street.”
    â€œOr on the back roads on your horse.” It was a pretty picture, so different from him infiltrating a drug-dealing biker gang.
    â€œThat too.” She stacked her hands behind her neck and stretched, catlike, sensual. “It’s a good life.”
    Her stretch pulled her T-shirt tight against firm breasts and a sleek rib cage. Man, but she was fine.
    Jamal’s groin tightened and he shifted position, reaching for his juice glass. What did Karen want tonight? Sometimes when she looked at him, the heat in her eyes said “sex.” But everything else about her told him this wasn’t a woman to be taken lightly.

Chapter 3
    Jamal cocked his head. “A lot of women your age would be wanting marriage and kids to make a”—he did air quotes—‘“good life.’”
    Karen studied the extremely hot man sitting beside her. Generally, she was a forthright person. She figured it was better to be herself and find out up front if that put others off. Which, in her case, especially with men, it often did.
    â€œI said good life,” she reminded him. “Yes, for it to be great, there’d be a husband and kids. My ideal is the kind of family I grew up in.”
    A corner of his mouth kinked up. “Raising kids who aim to change the world.”
    Even though she knew he was teasing a little, she gave him the truth. “Exactly.”
    â€œSo how come it hasn’t happened yet? You have a lot going for you.”
    â€œThank you. But a lot of men are put off by the cop thing.”
    â€œThat’s nuts.”
    â€œTell me about it. But they’re intimidated by me, or they don’t think I’m feminine enough.”
    A slow grin lit his face and sparked his eyes. “I’m not intimidated by you, Corporal MacLean. And anyone who doesn’t think you’re feminine doesn’t have eyes, ears, or a nose.”
    â€œA nose?”
    He leaned over until his face was only an inch from the hair that hung past her cheek. “Lemons in the sun.”
    â€œLemongrass shampoo and soap.” She wasn’t into girly stuff like perfume or painting her nails, but she loved the fresh scent of lemongrass. She could also get used to the buzz from being close to Jamal, and to his own scent, which had both tang and spice.
    â€œLemongrass? Like in Thai food?”
    â€œThe same.”
    â€œI like Thai food.”