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muscles. She must look amazing naked, and she probably had the stamina to fuck him senseless. He’d love to find out if she could.
    “Didn’t expect to see you,” she said as she jogged beside him.
    He should have told her that he planned to do some plain clothes work. Not that these were plain clothes. “I’m not here as me. You probably shouldn’t even act like you know me.”
    “Why not?” She cocked her head to the side. When she realized why she made an O with her mouth. “The cases? You’re working?”
    “Yes. I’ll let you finish your jog, and I’ll go about mine.”
    “Oh, let me go with you. I’ve already let my group go without me. They’re stopping at one lap, and I want to do more. Something kept me from my normal run yesterday.”
    “What was that?”
    “Meeting with you. When it comes between exercise and my job, I have to choose the money-making part. I feel like I should find a way to exercise and make money, but that means more education. Anyway, something had to give. I wasn’t waiting one more day to have something done on my case. I want that guy caught.”
    “Fine.” He’d let her jog with him. “We met somewhere else, though. I might be here more than just today. Let’s go.” He motioned for her to go, and she trotted off, faster than he’d like for watching who was around him. He needed more oxygen to think and process faces and attitudes.
    “How’s this pace?”
    “If I weren’t looking at people, fine, but not while I’m trying to see who’s here.”
    She slowed, and he matched her stride “I can help you with that. Heck, I’ve introduced myself to many of these people.”
    “Is that normal for you?”
    “No. It’s been my thing over the past three weeks. I was doing my own detective work.”
    He envisioned her jogging up to someone sitting on a bench taking a break, her muscles on display. All she’d have to do to many of these people is flex one bicep, and they would run as fast as they can away from her. Running beside her slightly intimidated him. Only her breasts bounced. The muscles in her shoulders and back rippled with each casual movement of her arms. “Or just intimidating them.”
    “Maybe. There’s nothing wrong with a little bravado. Maybe I’ve already met him, and he won’t do it again.” She shrugged her shoulders. “A girl can hope.”
    Damn. He wanted to feel the skin of her shoulders with that light sheen of sweat and then lick it off, tasting her saltiness. “Hope all you want, but this guy is probably a career criminal. You’ve met him, or seen him, but you didn’t know it.”
    A group of women jogged past them, and Zara waved. “Do you think it’s a man?”
    “Yep. Not like a woman to smash the window of a stranger. A lover? Yeah, but not to get money. Men do that physical stuff. We like smashing things.”
    She elbowed and glanced at him. “Anyone tripped your trigger?”
    You , he wanted to answer. Sweaty and barely clothed. He liked her that way. Damn. He needed to get laid. He had to stop thinking about her. No more thoughts of licking the sweat from between her breasts. “Not for long. Those guys might.” He nodded to where two younger men, skinny, dressed in jeans, leaned on a play structure.
    “Not Marcus and Tim. They’re harmless.”
    “How do you know?” Both of them had the look of druggies, maybe meth heads. Those people always looked for money. Always.
    “I know them. They work at my local.” Her tone went from light to dismissive with a bit of anger.
    “Your local what?” He turned to look at her instead of at the men lounging in that ne’er-do-well way so prevalent around the city.
    “You know, local bar.” She shot him a look that teenagers perfected as they grunted “duh” to their parents.
    He returned the look. “Who calls it that?”
    “I guess us Northeasterners do.” She moved closer to him to avoid an oncoming dad with a stroller.
    When her arm brushed against his, her cool sweat mixed