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and turned her cheek into the palm of his hand.
    “With me, you will always be free. There’s only one question
left to be answered.”
    “I’ve answered a lot.”
    “You did great.” Kissing her, he lingered and licked at her
lips, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth when she granted him entrance.
    “What’s your question?” she murmured when he sent a trail of
kisses from her jaw to her throat.
    Grasping her ponytail, he snapped the band and chucked the
thing. Running his fingers freely through the silken length, he marveled at how
nice it was to be the man touching her like this. It was nicer knowing she let
him touch her.
    “Will you trust me enough to be your lover, Samantha Riley?”
    Samantha lifted her gaze of her own accord and stared into
his eyes. “You have no idea how scared I am to say yes.”
    “If you say yes, I will move heaven and earth to prove I’m
worthy of you.” Placing a whole lot of faith on her answer, Taran hoped she
didn’t break his heart. “You should know I’m difficult as hell and I’m not
intimidated by your bad-cop routine.”
    “I saw the hero in you the first time I laid eyes on you at
the precinct.”
    “Is that a yes, Samantha?”
    “It’s a yes…but not right now.” She reached out, brushing
her fingers through his damp hair to smooth it back.
    “Because of Luke,” he said, realizing that she was right to
hold off.
    “Yes, and I need some time to think. Please?”
    “The right to say yay or nay is always in your court.”
    “It’s important that I hire a lawyer for Luke. He’s
desperate and I’m afraid he’ll run away. If he does, he’ll lose his aunt, his
sisters.”
    “He has a lawyer.”
    “He has no money, Taran. I’ll pay his legal fees.”
    “We already talked about this. If you like this kid, I’ll
help him, no questions asked.”
    “Are you sure?” she asked, her concern for Luke very real.
Strangely, he’d never heard of the kid before, but he obviously meant something
to Samantha. Whenever she said his name, her voice became softer, maternal.
    “I’m positive, doll. The only payment I need from you is a
smile.”
    “A smile?” she repeated.
    “Please, whenever you speak of Luke, you kind of smile. I
want to see the real one,” he answered and she gave in, smiling softly, the
kindness she tried so hard to hide from coworkers and those she didn’t know
coming to life. “That’ll do, baby, that’ll do.”
    “I’ve told him all about you,” she said in turn. “He’s a
good kid. Luke simply needs a chance and he’d like to meet you tonight at
eight.”
    “Then we better get going instead of making out,” he said,
although making out was fun.
    “You started it,” she pointed out, still grinning as she
drew away.
    Samantha dusted her hands down the front and sides of her
faded blue jeans and turned back to the wall she’d been studying. Her jeans
were nice, tight and hugged curves he wanted to lick, bite and suck until his
love marks were as indelible as tattoo ink.
    She wore a black tee shirt with the slogan Slam Bam,
Thank You, Sam, in day-glow pink lettering and a pair of roller skates
outlined in fancy pink glitter. He glanced down at himself. Glitter dusted his
chest.
    How he’d missed the day-glow pink glitter, he’d no idea. He
could only say he’d been looking at her, learning about her in the process and
hadn’t bothered looking at her clothes.
    “Um, Samantha, what’s the deal with the tee shirt? Did you
buy stock in a craft and hobby store?”
    “I’d hoped to tell you en-route to Framingham,” she
answered, glancing back over her shoulder.
    “Tell me now. Why Slam Bam, Thank you, Sam?” he asked.
    “It’s a play on my pseudonym, Slam Bam Sam, and ‘wham bam,
thank you, ma’am’.”
    “Kind of got that part,” he said with an emphasis on kind
of.
    Still curious, he started off toward his closet, stopping in
midstride to look at the roller skates. Within all the sparkles were the words
Femme