Her Mother's Killer

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you.”
    Duncan rocked back on his heels. “Of course you would.”
    With one last look at Thea, he headed for his truck. Duncan slid closer to her, she looked at him out of the side of her eye. “What did he mean about he’d blame you?”
    He waited until Jed was driving off before he said, “If anything happens to you while he’s gone, he’ll blame me.”
    With a huff, she turned to head into her house.
    “Thea.”
    She looked back over her shoulder. “Forget about it.”
    He laughed as he followed her up the porch. “Gonna be hard to do since it’s all I can think about.”
    Although his voice was normal, the look in his eyes told another story. The heat he’d blasted her with, the things she had dreamed about since he’d touched her, were there in the flare of passion she saw in his gaze. His gray eyes darkened, narrowed. He stepped forward. She turned to fully face him and put a hand on his chest.
    “Don’t.”
    He frowned. “Why?”
    “Other than the obvious complications with an overprotective brother, who is your best friend, I can’t handle it right now.”
    Several seconds of silence pulsed between them, when he finally nodded. “Fine. For now.”
    With that warning, he kissed her in much the same way that Jed did, but instead of the warmth of brotherly love, lust blasted her, shocked her at such a simple touch. “See ya around.”
    She said nothing as he walked away until she realized he didn’t have a car. “You need a ride?”
    His smile turned downright naughty. Heat danced over her nerve endings. “Yeah, but not the kind you’re offering at the moment.”
    She felt her face heat as he laughed and turned away and walked down the street.
    Good lord almighty, what was she going to do about him? She’d always had a hero crush on him, one that had worn off…or she thought it had. Now here she was dissolving into a puddle of lust the moment he said something naughty to her. Just kissing him had left her mind reeling, her body aching for more. She couldn’t imagine what the hell she would do if she had actually went to bed with him.
    There was not a doubt in her mind that it would be anything less than spectacular. But the crash would not be worth it. She hadn’t felt that kind of burning fever with her ex, the kind where she wanted to strip off his clothes the moment she saw him. She had almost not survived that relationship.
    She just needed to find something to occupy her time and mind. She looked around the boxes her brother had hauled in and smiled. Thankfully, at least for today, she had something to occupy both.
    * * * *
    Wednesday morning, just before the lunch hour, Duncan parked his patrol truck out in front of Thea’s house. She’d been pretty teed off at him yesterday when he showed up, but truthfully, he had no choice. He’d promised Jed. And, if he were honest with himself—and Duncan usually was—he had to see her.
    He unfolded himself from the truck and made his way to the porch. It was starting to bother him that in less than a week he’d become attached to Thea. Not in the normal brotherly way he’d felt when they were growing up. Now, he just wanted to see her, tease her, strip her naked and fuck her until she couldn’t stand straight.
    He stopped mid-step and silently cursed. As usual, most of the blood in his brain had traveled south. Walking around half aroused wasn’t the way to handle his job. She was there, under his skin. Hell, he barely knew her now. But after just two kisses, he was ready to throw caution aside and toss her on a bed and make her scream.
    Jesus!  He had to stop doing that to himself. He paced on the porch, irritated and frustrated. If he was ready to jump her the moment he saw her, she’d never become comfortable around him. Usually, when he found a woman he wanted, he enjoyed the chase. Right now, just after a few days, he was starting to feel like an ogre. He wanted her now and he had no finesse to express his need.
    He stopped on the

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