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could
have
hurt
you.”
    “You
sure
could.”
    Even
if
she
could
down
a
linebacker
in
workouts,
a
naked
lady
wearing
only
a
robe
was
at
a
distinct disadvantage
against
a
fully
armed
man
in
a
flight
suit.
    A
hot
man,
with
long
lean
legs
and
the
grittiest
dark
fiveo’clock
shadow
that
howled
testosterone.
Bobby was
just
sweaty
enough
to
smell
sexy
and
manly,
and
now
she
looked
closer
and
saw
his
shaving
kit
gripped in
his
hand.
He’d
been
on
his
way
to
the
showers.
    He
finished
securing
his
knife
and
straightened.
“You
could
have
choked
me
with
your
robe
tie.
Or
given me
heart
failure
just
by
showing
up
naked
in
front
of
me—wait.”
He
closed
his
eyes,
shook
his
head.
“Nope, I
don’t
think
even
my
imagination
could
do
that
image
justice,
so
I’ll
have
to
live
in
ignorance.” His
wicked
grin
lit
the
night
as
he
continued,
“Unless
you
want
to
thank
me
for
saving
your
life.” A
laugh
burst
free.
How
could
she
not?
They
both
knew
he
wasn’t
serious.
“I’d
forgotten
how
funny
you are.”
    “You
think
I’m
joking?”
    Her
laugh
fizzled
while
her
skin
tingled.
“Thank
you
for
saving
my
life.
Tell
me
your
favorite
sports
team and
I’ll
order
you
a
jersey.”
    “Whoa,
those
suckers
are
pricey.”
He
leaned
one
shoulder
against
a
towering
tree.
    “Well,
I’m
not
much
good
in
the
kitchen,
so
baking
you
a
cake
is
out
of
the
question.”
    “I
don’t
have
much
of
a
sweet
tooth
anyway.
Sugar
makes
me
go
all
ADHD
and
God
knows
I
suspectmore Bobby
Ruznick
is
the
last
thing
this
world
needs.”
    “A
little
Bobby
certainly
does
go
a
long
way.”
    Was
he
serious
now
or
not?
Before
she
could
reason
out
the
notion,
he’d
reached
to
wrap
his
hands
around the
clump
of
her
wet
hair
and
wring
water
free.

    Her
nipples
tightened
and
goose
bumps
prickled
over
her
skin
in
spite
of
the
heat.
Ohmigod,
this
had
to
be the
sexiest
moment
of
her
entire
freaking
life
and
she
wasn’t
even
naked.
How
could
that
be,
and
why
didn’t she
stop
him?
Or
breathe?
He
was
stepping
over
the
line,
but
the
way
he
had
of
just
being
outrageous somehow
made
the
action
seem
natural.
    She
shook
herself
out
of
the
sensual
haze
before
he
squeezed
all
reason
from
her
waning
selfcontrol
along with
water
from
her
hair.
She
stepped
back,
spine
Armyrigid,
with
her
best
policeofficer
face
in
place.
“If any
other
man
had
done
that
I
would
have
flipped
him.”
    “Even
that
big
fella,
Rodeo?”
he
asked,
his
voice
a
hint
too
calm.
    Jealous?
Not
territory
she
wanted
to
investigate
while
her
nerves
were
on
fire
from
a
simple
touch
to
her hair.
Time
to
divert
the
subject
off
Derek
Washington.
“I
am
a
trained
Army
soldier,
as
well
as
a
police profiler.”
    “And
I’m
a
ChairForce
Puke.
Yeah,
I
get
the
picture.”
    “A
ChairForce
Puke
with
street
smarts,”
she
conceded,
managing
to
relax
at
least
a
little
since
the
moment had
passed
without
either
of
them
slamming
the
other
against
the
tree
for
a
quickie.
“Maybe
you
Air
Force