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said finally.
    He followed her into the kitchen, appreciating the gray pants even further when he discovered they hugged her heart-shaped ass like a second skin. He swallowed a groan. So much for unbiased interrogation.
    “Coffee?” she asked over her shoulder.
    “Sure.”
    She motioned to the bar and several stools. “Make yourself comfortable while you tell me again what you’d like to discuss.”
    “I didn’t tell you.”
    “Okay then, now would be a good time.”
    She moved behind the bar and reached into the cabinet. Once she held two mugs, she set them on the counter, clanging them together as her hands shook.
    Gently, he reached across the surface and covered her hands with his. “Relax, Dara, I just want to talk.”
    Her hands quieted and the blush from her cheeks traveled down her neck and settled on her chest just above her breasts.
    “You really just want to talk?” she asked quietly.
    Hell no . He really wanted to forget about talking altogether and spread her out on the counter – naked, her whole body covered in that cock-hardening blush.
    “Yes, promise.”
    She slid her hands out from under his and turned to the opposite cabinet. “You want to know about Bri.” She set creamer and sugar on the counter, and then placed a filter in the basket of the coffee maker.
    “Not necessarily.”
    Once the coffee pot began to perk, she leaned her elbows on the counter opposite him, granting him a bird’s eye view of those magnificent breasts in the process. Damn .
    “Yes you do.”
    Mace found himself cautious; the woman was entirely too intelligent. He’d have to tread lightly. “Well, I’m thinking that Bri is a big part of your life and to know more about you, Bri’s story has something to do with it.”
    A sweet smile split her lips. “Bri and I are very good friends.”
    “I’d like for us to be too.”
    “Bri has mentioned you a time or two, but we talk about Detective Rawlings a lot.”
    He cocked his head to one side. “I don’t doubt it. Those two have been dodging each other for quite some time. You know how they met, don’t you?”
    “I’ve heard.”
    “Stubborn. Both of them.”
    “I’ve also heard you were suspended during their introduction.”
    “Uh, yeah,” he mumbled. “Not one of my better decisions.”
    She giggled and his cock swelled. “I found it amusing.”
    “Think you might work that experience into a plot?”
    “Maybe.” She smiled before she turned to grab the coffee pot. “You’d be surprised how many everyday experiences can make a plot exciting.”
    “What made you decide to write bestselling novels, anyway?”
    “Well, I decided to write while I was in college.” She poured coffee into his mug then returned the pot back to the warmer. “The bestselling part came much later.”
    “Bri claims no one writes as well as you.”
    “Bri is prejudiced.”
    “You two are close.”
    “Very. We met our freshman year of college and have remained friends since.”
    “Why didn’t you choose psychiatry?”
    “Writing has always been my passion. I still practice psychiatry, just not on real people. I use my characters instead.”
    “Why do you suppose Bri chose to dance?”
    “Bri is very talented, Mace, and also very independent. Rather than rely on others for her success, she chose to use those talents to further her education. The rest is apparent. She’s a very accomplished psychiatrist in the area of women’s violence.”
    “Do you know why she’s still dancing at the Glove ?”
    “Why don’t you ask her?”
    “I have but she’s very directly told me to mind my own business.”
    “Then she doesn’t want you to know.”
    “But you know the reason.”
    “That’s not what I said. I simply told you to ask her.”
    “You’re a pretty good psychiatrist yourself, Dara.”
    “Why? Because you’re trying to interrogate me and I won’t go along?”
    “Touche.’“ He lifted his mug and took a drink of the steaming liquid. “Can we make a