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said gently. “What she doesn’t realize is that she’s different with you than she’s been with anyone else. When she can see that, she’ll trust herself with you.”
    “I’m having some sort of territorial reaction, aren’t I?” Catherine gave a rueful laugh. “I can’t believe I’m jealous of women I’ve never even met.”
    “Perfectly natural.”
    “Relationships certainly do bring our hidden fears rushing to the surface, don’t they?”
    “Being in love definitely does.” Hazel stood and moved around her desk toward Catherine. When Catherine rose, Hazel put a friendly arm around her shoulders and together they walked toward the door. “You sound like you have a very firm hold on everything that’s happening, both with your young police officer and your new lover. Trust your judgment. I always have.”
    “Thank you. I’m going to trust your judgment on this, because sometimes where Rebecca is concerned I have no perspective at all.” Catherine returned Hazel’s hug and, feeling lighter of heart, left to face the rest of her day, looking forward to her evening with her lover.

    *

    “Come on, honey, get into bed with me.”
    Sandy folded her arms across her chest and regarded Dell suspiciously from the doorway. “What did you take?”
    “Whatever Jason gave me.” Mitchell pointed to several prescription vials on the bedside table. “He said I was supposed to take them.”
    “Whatever it was, it made you high.”
    “Nuh-uh. You do that.”  Mitchell patted the bed beside her and grinned. “If you cuddle up with me, I’ll take a nap like I’m supposed to.”
    “You’re going to want to fool around.”
    “Nah. I won’t.”
    “You’re lying, Dell.”
    “Maybe.” Mitchell held out her hand. “Come on, honey. Please?”
    “Just for a few minutes.” Sandy slipped out of her sandals as she walked to the bed and, with practiced efficiency, shed her top and skirt as well and arrived at the bedside nude. “What?”
    “You’re so hot.” Mitchell’s voice was hoarse, her eyes huge as her gaze drifted down Sandy’s figure. “Stand right there.”
    “What are you doing? You know we can’t, not with your leg the way it is.”
    “Shh. I’m just looking.”
    “Then how come it feels like you’re touching?”
    “Must be ’cause I want to so much.”
    Sandy’s hips gave a small involuntary jerk. “Shut up, Dell. There’s no way we can do anything.”
    “Every time I see you, it’s like…wow.”
    “Well, you’re done lookin’, rookie.” Sandy lifted the sheets and slid into bed, pulling the covers to her shoulders. She turned on her side and propped her head in one hand, resting the other on Mitchell’s abdomen. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
    “How come you covered up?”
    “You know why. You turn me on bad when you look at me the way you just did.”
    “Yeah?” Mitchell leaned over, nudged the sheet aside with her chin, and kissed Sandy’s breast just above her nipple. “So are you now?”
    “Uh-huh.” Sandy arched her back and drew her tense nipple across Mitchell’s lips. “Kiss me there.”
    With a quiet moan, Mitchell closed her mouth on Sandy’s small breast and sucked. When Sandy’s fingers trembled in her hair, holding her head closer, she used her teeth. When Sandy’s breathing caught, stuttered to a stop, and then picked up again, rapid and shallow, Mitchell teased her fingers up and down the center of Sandy’s abdomen, making the muscles jump and twitch.
    “You like that?” Mitchell beat her tongue back and forth across the tip of Sandy’s nipple. “Baby?”
    “Yesss.” Sandy fisted her hand in Mitchell’s hair and pulled. “Stop. Dell, stop.”
    Trembling, Mitchell laid her cheek in the hollow between Sandy’s breasts, fighting to contain the wild urge to taste her everywhere. The tips of her fingers rested just at the edge of the silken strands between Sandy’s thighs, and she struggled not to slide her fingers lower into the