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at his gun shop were copscops who worked with D.J. and wouldn't appreciate Rich's abusehad expedited her wishes. Rich had kept his clients, and D.J. had won her freedom. |
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Thank heaven for big favors, D.J. thought, then frowned at her choice of words. Two days with Josie and the woman had her thanking a heaven she didn't believe existed. The angel definitely had to go. |
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A hand on her shoulder made D.J. jerk away before spinning to meet whoever dared to accost her. |
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"Sorry." McCall held up his hands in a gesture of defense. "You didn't seem to hear me when I called your name. Are you looking for someone?" |
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"No. I mean, yes. Well, just you." D.J. stopped and took a deep breath. She stifled the urge to apologize for throwing off McCall's hand. She could still feel the warmth of his touch, fleeting though it had been, which had set off an answering fire within her. She wanted the warmth back. "Are you all right?" she blurted in an attempt to stop her mind from analyzing any further. |
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"Fine." McCall reached for her hand. Since the movement so closely echoed her own desires she didn't pull away. He pulled her fingers up to his forehead and placed them against the bump. Her fingertips tingled at the contact. "I've got quite a knot." He dropped his hand away from hers. |
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D.J. allowed her fingers to remain against his skin. She couldn't stop herself from rubbing her thumb over the raised injury. His eyes snapped up to meet hers, surprise and desire mingling. The sight shocked her, and she dropped her hand with |
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