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Then he was going to figure out exactly what kind of spell that strawberry-blond witch had cast on him.
He was going to be two steps behind her the entire way. Whether she liked it or not.
Jarrod knocked on her door. It took her a moment, then the door slid open. Haldyn stared at him from those blue eyes of hers. And waited.
For him to say something.
Uh…
Jarrod didn’t know what to say.
She was in jeans and a thin little T-shirt, with a sweatshirt in her hand. He was used to the sleek business suits she normally wore or the green polo shirt and navy BDU pants the forensics teams all wore and he’d seen her in countless times. This little T-shirt clung in all the most beautiful places. Places a man like him wanted to touch. It was the same blue as her eyes, too. Her hair was in a simple ponytail. It made her look younger than her thirty-one. She had makeup on—to cover the fading bruises. And a little bit of pink lip gloss.
Lip gloss that made him want to kiss it right off.
He wanted to cup her hips in his hands and pull her closer and just kiss the hell out of her. Instantly. He could back her into the suite behind her, and they could spend all day just enjoying each other.
They didn’t have to go to the barbecue.
How could any man resist her, looking like this? This wasn’t the Dr. Haldyn Devil Harris he was used to. This woman looked real and approachable, a little shy and sweet. Beautiful. Tempting a man like him to do something completely stupid. With her.
Was this the way she looked for Daniel when he took her places? All soft and young and sweetly shy and perfect?
Jealousy had him putting his hands around her waist and pulling her closer. Jarrod knew he had suddenly turned into a jealous asshole. Daniel wasn’t there now, was he?
Nowhere to be seen. But she had Jarrod.
Blue eyes widened behind the wire-frame glasses. She wore the glasses today instead of her contacts—he liked them. They made her eyes look even bluer, brighter.
“What are you doing?”
He smirked. He liked making her look at him, all shocked and flustered. It was a beautiful look on her. There were plenty of ways he could find to shock her—that involved a lot fewer clothes than they had on now. His body tightened again with that thought. She looked phenomenal in jeans—well, she’d look even better without them. “Just saying good morning to my favorite little rabbit.”
“I am your little rabbit. I’m surprised you don’t use bunny or something even more annoying.” She glared at him and scowled. He manfully resisted the urge to smirk. “You just use rabbit to annoy me. We both know that.”
“Does it work, then?” It was the lip gloss that made him do it. That was it. The lip gloss. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Again.
He really needed to stop doing this. That was her first thought. Haldyn’s second thought was that the Finley Creek University T-shirt the jerk was wearing was incredibly soft. And the man beneath it incredibly hard. She knew he was in good physical shape. All of the major crimes boys were. They worked at it—worked out together multiple times a week. She had been at Shelby’s once when they had all shown up on Shelby’s doorstep, hot and sweaty, and half of them missing their shirts. So they could cool off in Shelby’s pool. Shelby had called the rest of their friends back in from where they’d been relaxing in Shelby’s game room downstairs. So she’d have reinforcements, Shelby had said. They’d watched the major crimes boys from the windows for a few minutes.
All of them had watched.
Of course, Haldyn had looked. They all had. Even Powell, who swore up and down she was never getting involved with one of those barbarians, even if her life depended on it.
Maybe Jarrod wasn’t the tallest of the men in Major Crimes—Gunnar was, at at least six five and a half or so, and Miguel topped out at a minimum six seven—but Jarrod was six foot three or so, and broad shouldered. And the chest beneath her palms felt perfect. He’d looked perfect in the pool that day, too.
Haldyn had looked. No denying that.
His hands were around her waist. Then slipped to her back. He lifted her into his chest, even closer. He smelled good. Clean and a little woodsy.
Her hands went around his neck. It just sort of happened. Her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck. It was soft. He kept his hair short in the back and slightly longer in front. She just played with it. Not even aware she was doing it at first.
She was kissing him back before she even realized it, too.
He was a cop. She had rules against getting involved with cops. And if she ever broke that rule, it would be with the one cop she absolutely trusted above all others. Daniel. Not Jarrod.
But the handful of times Daniel had kissed her—and he had; they had both admitted they were attracted to each other, years ago—it hadn’t felt like this.
It wasn’t supposed to be Jarrod Foster who made her feel like this. Far, far from it.
