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“I never get involved with someone in my investigation.” Neil spoke, with his finger on her cheek.

“Because you lose perspective?” Isobel asked.

“Because the guilty can seem innocent and the innocent can seem guilty. I always go by the book.”

Neil’s hand slid to her neck under her curly hair. The warmth of his skin felt so good… the touch of his fingers against her scalp so sensually right. When he tilted her head up and lowered his, she knew exactly what was going to happen.

He paused just an instant in case she wanted to back away. She knew she should. But she definitely didn’t want to. Curiosity and need were much stronger than any admonition from her good sense that she was consorting with the enemy. Right now, Neil didn’t feel like the enemy.

It wasn’t her enemy whose arms she was in right now.