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tone stayed firm. "No, you listen. I have a job to do, and so do you. I'm on a tight deadline with this book. I don't have time to contact another city's force and go through what I've already gone through to get where I am right now, just because you have a problem with me. So, like me or not, we're stuck with each other for the next two weeks, Officer Halloran." |
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She stuck her hands into the pockets of her jeans, tilted her head to the side, and studied him. Chris stared right back, taking in the way the shadows under her eyes increased the look of fragility upon her facea look completely at odds with the woman he'd seen thus far. |
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"You're right," she agreed suddenly, looking as surprised at her own capitulation as he was. "I don't like the situation, or you. But I'm stuck, so you may as well start calling me D.J." Yanking her right hand from her pocket, she stabbed it toward him. "And what should I call you?" |
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He took her hand and an odd jolt passed between them, making the back of his neck tingle. She frowned and yanked her fingers from his, putting them back in her pocket as though for safety. |
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"I'm Christian," he said, wondering at the hoarse quality of his voice. |
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"So are a lot of people, but we're not exchanging religious beliefs. I just want to know your first name." |
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He laughed. "No, my name's Christian. Most people call me Chris." |
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"I can see why," she muttered. |
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