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the coffee was done, so he poured two mugs, perched one
    precariously on the plate of cookies and took everything out to the living room.
    She’d dimmed the lights and was standing near the windows again, looking down at the city’s illumination and the dark lake beyond. From where he stood, the glow through the glass made her skin
    look richer, her hair darker, her curves that much more prominent. And watching her there, surrounded by all his things, he realized he hadn’t had a woman—other than family—in his apartment
    in…hell, a long-ass time.
    She’d turned the lights down.
    He cleared his throat, which was suddenly thick from arousal, and handed her the mug when she
    turned. “I hope black’s okay. I’m all out of milk.”
    “That’s fine.”
    He set the cookies on the coffee table and watched as she brought his favorite Cubs mug to her full
    lips, sipped and smiled with a sexy little sigh that jacked up his hormones and supercharged his
    blood. She turned toward the family picture from Christmas. “I love how all the women are grinning and the men are scowling.”
    He scratched the back of his head. “Stressful day. Holidays basically suck in the Maxwell household.”
    She laughed again. Sipped. Moved down the wall to look at something else. He loved watching the
    way she moved, as smooth as a dancer with her long legs and slim frame, but with purpose and selfconfidence. Suddenly she stopped, and her cobalt eyes grew wide. “Oh, my God. Is that…”
    He set his mug down on the coffee table and walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder at the
    framed fifteen-year-old snapshot on his mantel. “Yeah, it is.”
    “No way.” She put her mug down and reached for the frame. “How the hell did you meet Jon Bon
    Jovi?”
    “Funny story, actually. It was years ago, as evidenced by my baby face in that shot there. I was
    working patrol at the time and this guy comes flying down Lake Shore Drive just as my shift’s ending. I pull him over, read him the riot act, and turns out it’s Jon’s drummer. They’d just finished a
    concert at the United Center.”
    “How fast was he going?”
    “Ninety, ninety-five.”
    “On Lake Shore Drive?”
    “Yeah.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “It’s like one in the morning, the streets are deserted,
    I’m convinced he’s blitzed. Turns out he wasn’t, just blowing off steam from the set. After a while I
    give him a warning, I’m too tired to deal with the paperwork anyway, and to say thanks he invites
    me to this party he’s going to. I wasn’t gonna go but…” He smiled, shrugged.
    She flicked a look over her shoulder that was so damn sexy, he curled his fingers in his pockets to
    keep from reaching for her. “A warning? For ninety-five in the city?”
    He shrugged again. “I plead insanity. I mean, it was Bon Jovi.”
    Her grin was wide and awe-filled as she turned to trace her finger over the photo. “That is so cool.”
    God, he loved the way she smiled. With her whole face, not just her plump, perfect lips. As he
    watched the shadows play across her features and toned body, he had a sudden urge to see her smile
    at him like that.
    Not a good idea. Remember the last time you had that urge?
    The little voice chanting in the back of his head brought reality back into sight, but he worked like
    hell to ignore it; was sick and tired of living his life by the push and pull of that voice even though
    he knew it was the only thing keeping him alive these days.
    “Kinda ruined me,” he added, hoping to get her looking at him again as he moved dangerously
    close to her.
    “Why?”
    His smile returned when she shifted those glittering blue eyes his way once more, the ones that
    looked like the Caribbean on a cool day and reminded him of what he’d wanted to do with her in
    Puerto Rico. “I was like twenty-three when that happened. It was just after I’d joined the department. I thought that was normal. Imagine how shocked I’ve been that