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Chapter Fourteen “Y ou’re not answering,” she pointed out a few moments later when he made no attempt to respond. She was smiling at him, but this nervous, uncertain fluttering went on in the pit of her stomach. And it was growing by the moment. “Are wild-eyed Latin girls your type?” From across the length of two desks, Hawk studied her for a long moment. “Actually, no, they’re not. Not anymore.” “Oh?” She told herself she was being stupid, taking heart from that. But she did. The nervous flutter heightened. “And do you have a type?” Hawk paused, giving her question serious consideration. “Type” had never mattered to him. Looking back, he realized that the women he’d shared a night with had all been dark-haired. Slowly, his eyes raised to her face. And he felt that strange, familiar tug. The one Cavanaugh could legitimately claim as her own. “I never thought about it before, but yes, I guess I do.” She could feel her pulse joining in the race. Damn, but the man excited her. Just by dra
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Chapter Fifteen H awk walked into his apartment, closing the door behind him. He removed his weapon and holster, placing it carefully beside the keys he’d dropped on the small counter. Dinner received a passing thought from him, then was abandoned in favor of something more liquid. Taking the bottle of beer out of the refrigerator, he dropped onto the love seat and aimed the remote at the television set. He had no preferences as to a program, only that there be a droning voice in the background. Silence just wasn’t cutting it for him anymore. He opened the bottle and took a deep drag from it, then stared down at the amber glass. He was rid of her, at least in theory. He and Williams had been partnered for two weeks now and were already working as if they’d been together from the very beginning. He had what he wanted. Trouble was, he didn’t want it anymore. Hawk took another long pull on the bottle. A bright, smiling woman on the set was pushing tooth whitener. Her smile reminded him of
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Epilogue
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