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Looking at her had become an exercise in torture. Send her in.

He wanted her. Plain and simple. Whether that want would go away after a few hours of fun—as usually happened—he couldn’t be sure. This wanting, the one keeping him up at night, felt different. Rooted. Like it wouldn’t die with fast, primal sex.

What he didn’t need was a woman getting inside his head and staying there. His adult existence had consisted of the hunt to find his mother’s killer. It was, in fact, all he knew—emotionally speaking. He had no room for anything else. No room. Zero.

When he found the killer, maybe then. Now? No way. He’d blow off his own head trying to juggle a relationship with his mom’s case.

But Jenna was looking at him with those amazing blue eyes and that punch to the chest ripped his air away.

Hell with it.