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Tony’s knees nearly buckled. Concentrate, he told himself. But all he wanted was to reach out and run his fingers over her cheek and down her neck. She had a little place there that, if he kissed it, would make her melt.

She leaned forward, and for an instant he thought she was going to kiss him. Suddenly she jerked back and turned away, color in her cheeks. “All right, Tony. Let’s see if we can turn up any evidence of murder.”

She was in her crusader mode, fiery and sincere. And it reached deep within him. He wanted to help, wanted to slay this dragon for her. “You got it, Kel.”

Her smile sent a jolt racing through him, making him want things that couldn’t be.

Oh, he was in trouble. And it had nothing to do with murder….