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sister, who, from what
he observed, went with the flow and followed the orders of everyone
around her. Janelle probably gave the orders.
    What drove her to dance in place of Ginger?
She was gorgeous, of that there was no doubt. Her killer body and
beautiful face would leave most men a drooling pile of lust after
she’d finished stripping.
    Behavior-wise, she was nothing like her
sister. Calm and composed, coherent. Perfectly capable of taking
care of herself, she didn’t appear to have a drug problem. From the
moment she’d walked into the suite, he’d noticed her, confused at
the difference he saw. The way she’d glared at the men, shuddered
when one had stuffed money down the front of her shirt.
    He’d at first believed Ginger was having an
off night. Knowing it was a completely different woman put a new
perspective on the situation.
    They headed toward the twenty-four hour cafe
within the hotel, which was empty, and the waitress seated them
quickly. As they each slid into the booth, Nate noticed the harsh
lighting did nothing to detract from Janelle’s beauty. No, more
like it enhanced it, allowing him the opportunity to study her
closer. Yet again, he wondered how he could’ve mistaken this woman
for Ginger.
    “So tell me what’s going on,” Janelle said
the second the waitress left with their coffee order.
    “Nothing like getting right to it.” He
watched her, enjoying the play of emotions that crossed her face.
Confusion, frustration, a little bit of anger. Which meant, she
would probably have a tough time lying. An advantage he needed to
remember.
    “Listen detective, I’m tired. It’s been a
long day and I’m emotionally as well as physically drained. Tell me
what’s going on so I can go home and worry about her and not get
any sleep tonight.”
    The thought of keeping her awake with other,
more exciting things crossed his mind but his professional side
shoved them firmly out. He hadn’t let a woman throw him off his
game in a long ass time and wasn’t going to let it happen now.
    “We think she’s helping Diaz run his
prostitution ring. She’s done so for the last few months and he’s
paying her in drugs. Meth, to be precise, though he also gives her
cash.”
    Her eyes widened, her lush lips parting in
what had to be surprise.
    He stopped talking when their waitress
appeared with a fresh pot of coffee. They were both silent,
watching the older woman pour even amounts of steaming dark liquid
in each cup. The woman smiled at them and then walked away.
    “A prostitution ring?” Janelle looked
incredulous. “She wouldn’t do something like that.”
    Nate tore open three yellow packets of
substitute sugar and poured them into his coffee, then dumped in
two little cartons of creamer. He stirred it noisily with a spoon.
“She is. They run a small fleet of girls out of the nightclub. I
thought at first Ginger was working for him, and maybe she was, but
certain clues point to her actually running it. She answered the
phone when I called the number they give out.”
    “That doesn’t mean anything. I don’t believe
it.” She shook her head, sipping from her cup and then grimacing.
“Oh my God, that’s hot.”
    She pressed slender fingers to her pursed
lips, blew out a shallow breath. Lush dark pink lips that were
completely bare, didn’t have a smudge of lipstick on them, which he
found incredibly sexy.
    He wondered what those lips would feel like
wrapped tight around his cock, the hot wet warmth of her mouth
engulfing him, bringing him to an intense orgasm...
    Nate shifted in his seat, adjusting the
front of his jeans and feeling like a damn pervert. His reaction to
her made him uneasy.
    “God, I burned my tongue.” Janelle pressed
her lips together.
    “Why don’t you put some creamer in it?
That’ll cool it down a bit.” He pushed the dish of stacked creamers
toward her.
    “No thanks. I prefer my coffee black.
Besides, that stuff isn’t good for you.”
    “What, non-dairy creamer