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warning of his brain, he sprouted more crap. “But I do have something you could possibly help me with.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “ And that would be?”
    Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.
    “And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.
    Ooookkkayy.
    He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.
    Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.
    “Look, I know you probably have things to do ,” he said.
    She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”
    The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.
    “You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”
    Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.
    He nodded. “Yeah.”
    The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted , his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.
    Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.
    “And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.
    “Umm , a case.”
    “A case ?”
    “Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.
    Resigned, he let out a breath.
    “Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”
    Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning into him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.
    His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.
    “Well, Agent Rossi.”
    Lean forward a little more, please.
    “If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”
    The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.
    He snapped his regard up to hers. Hazel eyes blared with anger. Crap.
    “Shit, I’m sorry. Seriously, it has been a long damn day. If you’d just tell me where he is, Miss?” He raised his brows, wanting her name. Good Lord, he wanted her name.
    She smiled sweet, the transformation of her face a thing of beauty. “It’s Detective.”
    He raised a brow, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. “Detective?” he croaked.
    The smile spread to her eyes. “Yes, and to not only help you, but to also answer your question, it’s Detective Lopez . How can I help you, Agent