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bed and shook her thick hair wildly again, seductively, before placing her hand on her hip and again curling her finger back into her direction.
    â€œJust give me one name,” Ovan asked, taking only one step, battling the draw of her seduction. “Your partner or your benefactor.”
    She stepped closer, noticing his manhood tenting the towel wrapped around him. “I’ll tell you after.”
    He moved forward, the peak of the towel standing between them now. “Is one named Allen Roman?”
    â€œI said I would tell you after,” she growled, biting playfully at his bottom lip. She was taller than him by a couple of inches, but nothing seemed to be a problem for the limber woman.
    â€œYou wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” he asked, pinching her pointed nipples.
    â€œI’d never lie to the FBI,” she said before dropping to a squat and taking his towel with her.
    â€œWe’ll have a copy of Michaels’s autopsy report as soon as I can get through all this blinkin’ red tape and archaic encryption. I guess it’s been proven again, you can’t always have a body when you want it,” Maravel remarked smartly, bringing Ovan’s mind back. Her tone was implicative and dripping with sarcasm. He felt his eyebrow rise slowly while giving her the “I can’t believe you just put my business out there like that” look. She winked ever-so-covertly and turned back to the computer monitor where she was trying to build a report for lifted files from secure data bases. It was her forte. “I did, however, finally manage to get a copy of the autopsy on Dr. Lipton—London’s faxing it over.”
    â€œHow in the world did you manage that? Finally. God, that took forever. They are always a bugga to deal with. Why is that? You’d think their files would be more accessible.”
    â€œRight, I’m sure they are to someone with authorization to use them.” Maravel chuckled, seemingly ignoring his close presence as he leaned over her shoulder to get a closer look at her data—and get a nose full of her perfume. She’d been right about one thing: her body was one he had never been able to get his hands on. Those were the rules ... well, sort of. He’d broken them only once with their other partner, Julia. But then again, rules are only rules when one of the parties objects—like Maravel.

Chapter 4
    Juanita stretched. Her afternoon nap was filled with delicious dreams of Chance Davis, her ex-husband. Even after all these years she had a warm spot in her heart for him. Or maybe it wasn’t her heart, maybe it was just her bed. She would always have a place waiting for him there. Unfortunately, getting him away from that wife of his was a serious quest, a never-ending and, so far, unsuccessful challenge—but even after all these years she still had to regularly try. Getting Chance back had put a damper on everything else she used to find fun, including sex with other people. Maybe she was obsessed—who cared. Rashawn had something that belonged to her and she wanted it back! That wasn’t obsession, that was the difference between right and wrong. And Rashawn was wrong for coming between her and her Chia Pet—Chance.
    That Rashawn Ams had been a formidable opponent when she snagged Chance all those years ago, putting her fatherless son in his face, playing on her and that boy’s needs for some emotional stability. Oh sure, Rashawn had been stalked and nearly killed by that psychopath Doc, “Until she shot him all to pieces phhhst .” Juanita blew a raspberry while thinking of the situation that had stayed on the front page for days: College professor claims self-defense after shooting security guard nine times at close range. “Right, I was convinced it was self-defense all right,” Juanita lied. She saw Rashawn as underhanded and sneaky for having played on Chance’s emotions and his soft