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sex?”
    Dara glanced down at her own wrinkled blouse
and reached to tuck a piece of fly-away hair behind one ear while
she silently agreed. Yet, Alex’s failure to immediately respond
caused her to move her gaze to the other woman and raise an eyebrow
in curiosity. Normally, Alex wouldn’t hesitate to issue a catty
response with claws bared – this time, however, silence echoed in
the unsterile hallway.
    She couldn’t stop the grin that split her
lips. “Well, well, well.”
    “Oh my God! I was right!” Marnie
squealed.
    “Relax, both of you.” Alex waved one hand in
dismissal. “It was an experience I won’t repeat.”
    “Bummer,” Marnie mumbled. “Judge Bowman?”
    Alex smirked. “I plead the Fifth. Now, brief
me on the reason the two of you need an attorney.”
    Dara frowned at Marnie. “You didn’t tell
her?”
    “I told you, she was busy . I just
asked her to meet us here.”
    “Oh, nothing much.” She folded her arms
across her chest and pinned Alex with a stare. “We just happened on
a corpse in my living room.”
    “A corpse?” Alex dropped her briefcase.
“Who?”
    “The Rogue Reviewer.”
    “Seriously?” Alex-the-iceberg seemed to melt
as she hustled them both into a nearby corner. “Neither of you have
given a statement yet, have you?”
    “No freaking way,” Marnie grumbled.
    “This can’t be good, Alex.” Dara’s stomach
churned. “Just hours ago —”
    “Ssshhh!!” Alex squeezed her forearm. “Don’t
say a word. I’ve got it all under control.”
    Marnie cleared her throat. “Uh, there’s more,
Alex.”
    Alex tilted her head to one side, obviously
waiting for an explanation. Dara obliged.
    “One of my kitchen knives was trapped beneath
her.”
    “Did they lift your prints off of it?”
    “I have no idea but I’m thinking that’s a
moot point because it’s my knife!”
    Alex tapped her bottom lip with her index
finger. “Whose idea was that anyway?”
    “Alex!”
    “No one’s,” Marnie chimed in, “unless you
count the Columbian necktie.”
    “Ssshhh!” Dara’s head swam. “And don’t act so
smug. We all know that was your idea, Marnie.”
    Apparently not too bothered by the
overwhelming evidence of murder, Alex stepped to the sliding glass
window and knocked. When no one answered, she crossed her ankles
and leaned one shoulder against the white button, filling the
hallway with a continuous, obnoxious buzz. Seconds later, the
window slid open.
    “Good evening, Officer Bohanan,” she drawled
without even looking up, “would you please ask Detective —” She
paused and glanced at Dara.
    “Turner.”
    “Turner,” Alex continued, still pressed
against the button, “to get the lead out? I’ve got a hearing at
eight thirty in the morning and he interrupted my beauty
sleep.”
    Dara wasn’t surprised when the officer didn’t
offer an argument and left the window. Not too much later, a door
opened and she moved her gaze slightly to the right and onto the
sexy mountain of male standing there. Ironic that the same man had
the ability to lock her good and tight in his handcuffs. Oooh.
Yeah.
    “Dara.” He gave a small nod while her gaze
traveled the length of his hard body. Even his wrinkled white dress
shirt couldn’t hide the well-defined muscles of his biceps. She
worked hard to force herself not to drool. “You’re first?”
    “Wait a minute,” Alex stepped back from the
buzzer and prevented any agreement. “You two are on a first name
basis?”
    “Uh, yes.” Dara purposely avoided looking at
Alex. Besides, prying her gaze from the sexy detective was the
absolute last thing she wanted to do. Just the thought of those
muscled forearms wrapped around her body broke out her skin in
deliciously-arousing goosebumps.
    “As soon as you two stop undressing each
other we can get this over with.”
    Dara tore her concentration from Mace and
glared at Alex.
    The other woman simply shrugged. “C’mon
Marnie, I have a feeling this won’t take