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be a captain, maybe higher than that. Maybe then he’d be able to delegate.
    “I’m not in love, but I might be in lust.” His eyes had wandered to her thighs. The sight of all that bare skin only a few inches away had his breath coming faster. His sister’s presence had put a damper on things, but one smile from Honey, and he’d be ready to go all over again.
    It wasn’t only lust.
    The Honey he’d been in love with had been young, wild, and dangerous. Not innocent—never innocent. She’d been the perfect object of affection for a teenager who was desperate to rebel.
    Now he was older, wiser. He didn’t want a dangerous woman—an unrepentant car thief—but he could see himself with a respectable mechanic. A small business owner. For a while, anyway.
    If she was being honest about her life. So far, she seemed too good to be true.
    Jack shook his head, trying to clear away the unaccustomed thoughts. He needed a shower. The cold water would reduce his bruises, clean the sweat from his skin, and quiet his raging libido.
    But he shouldn’t leave the room, not with Jessica coming back any minute. The two women were bad enough apart. He couldn’t imagine the trouble they’d get into if they ever teamed up.
    He stood, unbuckling his holster and slipping off his coat. He reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt. His arm ached.
    “I like you, too.” Honey pushed his hands aside. Nimble fingers made short work of the small fastenings. A sharp tug, and she was pulling his undershirt out of his pants. Another few minutes, and he’d be completely undressed.
    Completely exposed.
    So far, Honey had only seen his split lip. If she got any further, she’d uncover the gash on his chest. Seventeen stitches—the result of a thug wielding a broken bottle—plus more bruises than he could count.
    He took a step backward. Leaving Honey alone with his sister might be a bad idea, but staying would be downright dangerous.
    “There’s food in the refrigerator. Help yourself to anything you want. I’m going to take a shower.”
    …
     
    “Unbelievable,” Honey said after he’d left the room. Jack Ogden had mooned over her for a year. “Un—freaking—believable.”
    She spun on the balls of her feet, turning to pace across the empty apartment.
    Jack’s place was nice. Modern, with an open floor plan. In Venice, it was near the ocean while still being off the beaten path, and—better—it was a place where no one would ever think to look for her. His reputation as a cop made it even safer. Extra insurance.
    Just like the gun he’d pointed at her.
    It was a beautiful apartment, too. Hardwood floors, wall-length windows, and a king-size bed in the other room with a comfy mattress and creamy Egyptian cotton sheets.
    She’d broken into his home, helped herself to his cookies, and yet the only time she’d felt like a criminal was while she was stretched across Jack’s bed, luxuriating on top of rich covers.
    Things were different now. She’d been invited. Okay, maybe not invited, but Jack certainly knew she was here. That meant he trusted her, right?
    Pipes rumbled. The shower started.
    She trusted him, too. He could keep her safe.
    At least, that’s what she’d thought, standing in a Walmart parking lot last night. Going to her family would mean putting someone she cared about in danger. She couldn’t do that. Not again.
    Her grandfather had died from a stroke while she was in prison. Her uncle had delivered the bad news through the bulletproof glass of a prison visiting room. If someone had found him earlier, her grandfather would have made it. If there’d been someone living at the house.
    Instead, he’d died gasping for breath on the kitchen floor.
    Her fault. Hot-wiring Jack’s car had been stupid, impulsive. But that was always her problem. She never thought things through first. She never thought about the consequences… Regret for what she’d done still haunted her.
    But Jack didn’t need her help, and he