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put a glare on the TV. He had never thought of that, and yeah, sometimes that glare from the light would bug him.
    “That’s okay, I promised.” She picked up the end of the coffee table.
    He stepped up to her. “Let me help you. I know it’s kinda heavy.” He knew it was heavy because he had built it out of solid wood.
    “It’s not that heavy.” She assured him as she picked up the one end and he picked up the other. He could move it by himself, but he got the feeling that she wouldn’t like that, so he ‘helped’ her move it back where it belonged.
    When that was done she stepped around the table to the sofa and grabbed the blanket, folded it and was putting it across the back of the sofa, just like he had it, when her hand slipped and she fell onto the sofa. He tried to catch her, lost his balance, and fell onto the sofa with her under him. He looked down at her face. “Are you okay?” he whispered as he watched her lick her lips.
    “Yes,” she breathed the words, and he couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. With her lips still parted, he slammed his mouth onto hers.
    Everything seemed to suddenly move in slow motion. Bree saw his head dip, felt his lips touch hers, his tongue slipped inside her parted lips, and their tongues touched. She felt the jolt that struck her body right before everything sped up and his tongue was dancing with hers, gone again, then back at her lips, running across her bottom lip. He sucked her lip into his mouth, released it, and then slid his lips across the corner of hers, across her cheek, back across her lips, her jaw, and the side of her neck. She tilted her head back, moved her arm to wrap around him and…
    Something scraped her arm. “Ouch.” She yelped and jerked her arm, hitting him in the head in the process.
    He jerked his head up, breathing hard and looked down at her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked quickly.
    “Not you, but something...” she was trying to move, “scratched my...” he moved from over her, “arm.” She sat up and reached her hand into the overlaps of the sofa cushions and pulled something out.
    A set of handcuffs. She just stared at them for a beat, then two, then dropped them and jerked her hand back like they burnt her.
    Jumping up from the sofa, she turned toward him, and he just sat there staring at her. “I have to go,” she blurted out quickly. “Thank you for dinner, and the movie.” She hastily started backing away from him toward the kitchen. “Oh, and the snacks. It was very nice,” she finished breathlessly, just as she turned and ran to the back door.
    She had it half open when she turned in his direction. “And the kiss was very nice.” She ran out the door, across his backyard, and didn’t stop until she had reached her apartment. Only then did she realize she had left her bag with her apartment key at his house. She whipped around, walked across the hall and hoped like hell Storm had left his door unlocked.
    When the knob turned she said a silent ‘thank you’ as she walked in. “Storm,” she called his name but when she heard no response she walked into the kitchen, ignoring all the mess, and pulled out the container that was labeled ‘oatmeal’ from his cabinet. She opened the container and pulled out her spare key.
    After that she put the container back and went home. All the while, the same thought kept running in a loop. I kissed a cop ! A really, really good kiss . A great kiss with a cop . Over and over again she muttered in disbelief, “I kissed a freakin’ cop!”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Bree walked down the breezeway to her apartment, knocking once on Storm’s door to indicate to him that she was home. It was a little after three in the morning, but she knew he would be up, just like he was every morning when she got off work.
    He was opening his door at the same time she was unlocking hers. “Hey, Ree. Good night at work?” Storm asked the same question he asked every time.
    “Same