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she opted for one of Jamie’s words and a slow smile “—fuddling me.”

      “No comment,” he murmured and unsnapped his shoulder holster.

      When she faced him again, she took in his long dark hair; his jeans, which hugged in all the right places; and boots that had seen better days.

      So who was looking now?

      Retrieving her sketchbook, Maya flipped to the last page. Tal was so close on her heels, she would have crashed into him if she’d taken a single step back.

      “Guess we’re staying out here.” She slapped the sketchbook against his chest before he could take the step she hadn’t. “I’m not ready for you, Tal. Not even close to ready.”

      He held her in place with his eyes. It was a gift he’d always possessed and, in its own way, a powerful weapon where females were concerned, though she’d seen him stare down more than a few men.

      In spite of herself, she couldn’t stop a laugh from climbing into her throat. “God, but you’re making this hard.”

      “Why the defensive posture, Doc?” The ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he ran a light hand along her arm. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

      She kept her hand on his chest. “I never wished anything bad for Adam.”

      “I never thought you did. Neither did he.”

      “I loved him. I think. In a college-student-meets-cop sort of way.” Something uncoiled inside her with the admission. “Well, that’s weird. I tell you something I should feel bad about, and I feel better instead.”

      “We’re complex creatures, Maya.”

      “You and me in particular, or humans in general?”

      “Six of one.”

      Her heart beat harder, louder, faster the longer he stared. She couldn’t drag her eyes from his mouth. More than anything right then, she wanted that mouth on hers. Out of nowhere it occurred to her that she was arching backward, over the rail, a dangerous position in more ways than one. Still, what was life without a little danger?

      He wrapped his fingers around her nape. “Don’t worry, Doc. I won’t let you fall.”

      Then he covered her mouth with his, and sent every emotion inside her over the edge.

      

      THE SKETCHBOOK LANDED on the floor of the balcony, between them. Tal heard the thud as he held her face between his fingers and deepened the kiss.

      He shouldn’t have done it. Signals flashed in his head. Back off. Fast. Do it. The warnings were similar to the ones Adam had issued to every man who’d seen her. To every man, like Tal, who’d wanted her.

      He tasted her now with his tongue, thought of a rare and potent wine. The first sip drew him in. It deepened the hunger, which had been there since they’d met, fueled his desire and seduced him in a way even strong friendship couldn’t offset.

      It surprised him a little that she kissed him back. He’d expected her to push him away, to put him off and tell him it couldn’t happen. Instead, her fingers tangled in his hair and held.

      He angled his head in response, explored her mouth more thoroughly. Oh, yeah, definitely wine. Wild, forbidden, too tempting to resist. And Tal could resist a lot.

      Only Maya had ever gotten past his formidable guard. Only Maya had the power to scare the living hell out of him.

      Reason enough to stop kissing her, to back off and call it a mistake.

      She slid her hands to his waist and drew his lower lip into her mouth before she rested her forehead against his.

      The taste of her lingered. It took a huge effort to wrap his fingers around her upper arms, shield his expression and look into her eyes.

      “You feel like you’re trespassing, don’t you?”

      Her question surprised him. “Do I?”

      “I think so. And you would have been once. But not now. Not for a very long time.”

      “So why did you stop?”

      She ran her finger over his lower lip, replaced it with her mouth. When she licked him, his brain, already overheated, turned to mush. “Pausing isn’t stopping.”

      “Maya…”

      The argument died. Later, when he was alone and half-sane, he’d be all over it, but for now, he simply wanted to cage his conscience and let the fantasy ride.

      She kissed him this time, used her teeth, her lips, her tongue.

      Greed set in, chased by hunger. He’d been hard before he touched her, and now she was touching him, running her hands over his jeans, frying every thought in his brain.

      Blood pounded through him like a drum. He dragged her closer, heard her purr, felt her hips rub against him.

      He’d have breathed if he could, but something other than air had gotten into his lungs. Something that punched through the snapping threads of his control.

      Tal had no idea where things might have gone from there. However, drugged or not, he recognized the blast below them in an instant.

      Maya tore her mouth free, whipped her eyes down. “Was that…?”

      “Yeah, it was.” Shoving her behind him, Tal grabbed the backup from his waistband.

      And searched the courtyard for the person who’d fired the gun.

      

      “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I swear. I took the safety off, like so. But there was a pain in my wrist. Then, oh no, the gun, it dropped, and kaboom. It went off.”

      Maya’s neighbor, the man with the drawn shades, appealed primarily to her, although his nervous eyes kept flitting to Tal.

      “Please, Dr. Santino.” Carl Ruiz adopted an attitude of prayer. “Tell the officer I didn’t mean to do it.”

      “It’s all right, Carl.” Maya attempted to calm him. “Lieutenant Talbot knows you work as a security guard.”

      “For six months,” the man put in. “I hit my hand on the counter yesterday and hurt the bone. I’m sorry to have caused so much trouble….”

      Thirty minutes and several reassurances later, Maya and Tal left the man’s apartment and made their way back to the courtyard.

      The people who’d reacted to the gunshot had returned to their tasks and chores, leaving the area empty.

      Maya turned a curious half circle as she walked. “Where are my bodyguards? Please say they’re not skulking around Mr. Ruiz’s place, because I promise you, that man is not on Orlando Perine’s payroll.”

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