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a wink.” My lust for you didn’t sleep either. Damn, she felt out of control, unable to rebottle the emotions yesterday had set free.
    “Yeah, me neither. I just got off the phone with Cusack. He wants me to get a crew together to go to the aquarium and clean the tiger shark tank. I don’t know how he will feel about you being there, but—”
    “He doesn’t have a choice. I’m on vacation from the department, and I have a connection to that aquarium. What I do right now is my business.”
    Drake chuckled. “Feisty first thing in the morning, aren’t you? Good. I could use your help today.”
    Megan sat on the edge of her bed. “When are you going over?”
    “I’m leaving my place as soon as we get off the phone.”
    She glanced at her open bedroom door, down the hall to the kitchen she couldn’t see. “Got coffee?”
    “I’ve got a cup in my hand and half a pot in the kitchen.”
    “Bring an extra cup.” She got to her feet and walked to her closet. “I’ll meet you there in twenty.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Drake propped a foot on the bumper of his truck, leaned back against the grill, and sipped his coffee. The sun beat down from high in the cloudless sky, turning the temperature to an already soaring eighty degrees. By one o’clock the air would be blistering. Typical weather for a mid-July day on the Gulf Coast.
    He scanned the parking lot as he waited for Megan. A police cruiser was parked at the front entrance along with an unmarked car he figured belonged to Cusack. Brandon’s Beemer was parked in his employee spot next to Tracey Mansfield’s Chevy Sonic and Mark Latemore’s Range Rover, two employees Drake had called in to help this morning. The rest of the parking lot was deserted.
    Will it stay this way?
    With Paul gone, the fate of the aquarium hung in the balance. He had heard the rumors of the offer from some casino honchos to buy the place and knew Paul had been fighting tooth and nail not to let it happen. Would anyone continue his fight or had last night not only been the end of Paul Colton, but also his legacy?
    The sound of another car pulling in drew his attention across the parking lot to the sleek, red Mustang speeding toward him. Tongue in cheek, he watched as Megan parked in the slot next to his truck and got out of the car.
    He turned slightly, snagging the extra cup of coffee he had brought for her off the hood of his truck, and held it out. “How many tickets do you get on a weekly basis from your fellow officers?”
    She took the cup and flashed him a toothy grin. “None, my fellow officers know better.”
    Drake chuckled and studied her as she tipped the cup back and took a long swallow. His gaze landed on the smooth column of her neck and traveled down her purple V-neck tank top, to her khaki cargo shorts, to her brown sandaled feet. He pulled his attention back up to her face as she lowered the cup, noted the slight puffiness around her eyes and the clouds of grief and something more in her return gaze.
    “Didn’t do what I told you to do after I left last night, did you?” he asked conversationally.
    She blinked at him, the only sign of her surprise that she let him see.
    “I told you I would know.”
    She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and gnawed on it thoughtfully. Damn if the sight didn’t send a razor-sharp blade of need slashing straight through his stiffening cock.
    “How?”
    He could’ve told her he could see it in her eyes, smell it in her scent. A woman who had found pleasure mere hours before would have a satisfied gleam in her eyes and her scent of desire wouldn’t be as strong.
    Instead, he shrugged. “I just can.” He averted his attention, deciding to let her stew on that for a while, and tipped his chin toward the building. “It looks like everyone who is supposed to be here is already inside except us.”
    “Then I guess we should join them.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and started walking.
    Drake fell into step beside her,