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really wanted him.
    Almost as much as she wanted to get out of this mess without jail time. She didn’t really think he would turn her in. He had to be bluffing. The Jake she’d known would never actually send her to jail. No one could change that much. At least, she didn’t think so. And even if he had…well, she wasn’t going to help him.
    She had standards, and helping a man like Soltese wasn’t in her moral code. She’d rather go to jail. And she wouldn’t run, either. Guilty people ran. Bad people escaped justice. She wasn’t any of those things. End of story.
    She’d play along. Act as if she wanted to cooperate, but failed. At least then, if she went to jail, she’d maybe get off a little easier. Good behavior and all that. If he actually sent her. She glanced at him, and he watched her with hard eyes. He looked so…cold.
    Oh, God , she was going to go to jail.
    She held on to him, letting him help her stand. When he dropped his hold on her, his fingers slid down the side of her ass in what could have easily been an innocent accident. But it didn’t seem innocent at all. “You still smell good. Like flowers.”
    Her stomach clenched. One simple sentence, and she was ready to jump him. She pressed against the car door, trying to get some distance, but she had nowhere to go. “Uh, thanks? I shower to achieve that.”
    His lips twitched at her attempted retreat, and her heart leaped. She’d almost gotten a smile out of him. A real, genuine smile. “What a novel concept.”
    “Don’t smile. You might appear to be human,” she said, adding the proper amount of horror to her voice. “And what if something cracked?”
    The almost-smile faded. He frowned at her and moved away. As he went around the back of the car, he popped the trunk open with his key fob. He walked as if he didn’t have a care in the world—while she wanted to explode with want every time he touched her. Not. Fair.
    She headed toward the door, studying it instead of him. His home was a two-story brick colonial. Blue shutters framed all of the windows, with a matching blue front door. A wooden swing hung on the front porch, next to a rosebush. It was so…homey. Very…innocuous.
    And way too nicely done for a bachelor.
    She froze halfway up the stone path. “Did you decorate this yourself?”
    He crashed into her, his hard body sending her reeling. Without much effort, he caught her while still managing to hold on to her bags. Even through the bulky sweatshirt, his touch burned. “Yeah. Why?”
    “Because this”—she gestured to the house—“looks way too pretty for a man to have done all by himself.”
    His lips tilted up a tiny bit more, almost becoming a real smile, and he stepped closer, into her personal space. He smelled like cologne and the outdoors. And man. Pure, sexy man. “I assure you, I did it all on my own without any feminine help. The only woman I need in my life is Christine.”
    “ Oh .” An idea formed in her mind, a way to see if he really was as uptight as he seemed to be, and she pounced on it. She gave him a once-over and ducked her head to hide the grin trying to escape. His gaze remained latched on her mouth. It was about time she affected him, because God knew he was driving her insane. “I get it.”
    He lowered his head, but froze at her words, nostrils flared. “Get what?”
    “You’re gay.” She smiled at him and patted his cheek. His stubble scratched her palm, and she ached to rub against him again. To get to know the feel of his whiskers on her bare skin. “It all makes total sense now.”
    She knew he wasn’t gay, of course, but she couldn’t resist teasing him.
    “What the—?” He stepped closer, letting his erection brush against her ass. “Do I feel like I’m gay to you?”
    Her stomach clenched, and she curled her fingers into fists. “You ran away from me before we had sex, and you still haven’t kissed me, so…?”
    “So that’s why you said that. It was a ploy to get