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inherited a penchant for obsession. Or, heaven help her, addiction. But she didn’t want to think about her dad—she loved him, but a little of him went a long way—and she’d talked enough about herself. She wanted to know more about him. “How long have you been a cop?”
    “Thirteen years. I joined the army straight out of high school, got my degree while I was in, and took my civil service exam as soon as I left Uncle Sam’s employ.”
    “Your job is probably way more interesting than mine. At least the people I deal with usually stop short of committing a crime.”
    “Usually?” His dark brows rose.
    “You don’t want to know.”
    He did, though, so she found herself telling him about the time the entire wedding party had been smoking pot before the ceremony, the time the groom had waffled and the bride’s mother had pulled a freaking knife from her purse and threatened to skewer his anatomical pride and joy if he backed out after all the money she’d spent, and other tales from the dark side. He laughed in the right places, a deep sound of genuine amusement that invited more confidences. He told her some of his own war stories, and she was aware that he kept things light, that he didn’t get into the darker, more disturbing details.
    Talking to him was easy. Despite the heat of physical chemistry that could completely burn her up if she let it, she was somehow able to push that aside and simply enjoy being with him. There weren’t any of the usual awkward silences between new acquaintances. For the moment there was nothing except the pleasure of talking to him and feeling the heated tingle of attraction. She’d felt it from the instant she’d collided with him that morning, and closer acquaintance hadn’t dulled any of the sharp edges. She’d walked into Sadie’s for no other reason than she’d been driving by and seen it, a parking place had been available, and the idea of some downtime with a nice, soothing drink had been too tempting to resist. She was glad she hadn’t resisted, glad she hadn’t moved on to one of the more fashionable bars.
    If she’d been thinking she would have realized that, this close to the police department, the odds were a bunch of cops would be here. She didn’t think her subconscious had led her here, hoping she’d see him. Her day had been so hectic he honestly hadn’t crossed her mind again … but if her subconscious had been at work, then all she could say was, good job. She was glad she’d stopped here, and glad she’d run into him again.
    She finished the margarita, but she wasn’t quite ready to leave. When the cocktail waitress came by to scoop up her empty glass, Jaclyn ordered a cup of decaf. Eric was still nursing his beer, and she was glad to see that he didn’t knock it back and order another one. Like her, he was very much in control.
    It wasn’t like her to get comfortable with a man so quickly, but the sense of ease went both ways. From war stories, she moved on to telling him about her business, her mother-slash-business partner, and the absolutely insane schedule she had for the next few days.
    He rolled his almost-empty glass between his palms, then glanced up at her. “So I should wait until next week before I call?”
    Those hazel eyes were so intent her heart gave another of those disconcerting little thumps, and her mouth went dry. Her first thought was that maybe it was time her personal sexual drought ended. Her second thought was that she bet he’d be an excellent drought-ender. Her third thought was that, damn it, she didn’t have time . But when she opened her mouth, what came out was “Not necessarily.” Then her common sense kicked in again, and she sighed. “But, yes, next week would be better. Six weddings in five days doesn’t leave me with any free time, even though Mom and I share the work.”
    “You have to eat,” he said, his voice low and easy and slightly gruff. It was the kind of voice that would be capable of