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laughed. She liked that he laughed at her jokes. Most guys just looked at her strangely. She knew she was inappropriate half the time. She had no filter and no desire to pretend. If a guy wanted open and honest, she was the girl for him. If not, then they better be satisfied with a little pussy and a kick out the door.
    “I never washed hair like yours,” he admitted, picking a tiny piece of glass out and letting the water carry it down the shower drain. “Okay, I’ve never washed anyone else’s hair before, period.”
    “It’s different, I guess,” Randi said, not really paying much attention to the conversation. His hands felt so good on her head, like she was getting a kick-ass head massage, knowing a happy ending was around the corner.
    “You don’t use shampoo,” he said, bewildered. “Doesn’t your hair get greasy from just conditioner?”
    “Nope,” she said. “It needs lots of moisture or it breaks and looks like shit. Conditioner cleans just as well as shampoo.”
    “The conditioner’s kind of sexy,” Ty said. He was almost talking to himself. “It’s so soft and creamy and I get to run my hands through all your curls.”
    “If you hurry up you can touch something else soft and creamy and curly,” she promised.
    “Are you always so direct?” Ty asked. He sounded amused.
    “Yep,” she said ruefully. “I’m all about the honest. Inappropriate as hell. At least, that’s what Johnny says.”
    “I notice he didn’t kill you when we got to the station, despite his threats,” Ty observed. He put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, then gently pushed her under the shower spray. He wouldn’t even let her rinse her hair, not that she tried very hard. He was afraid she’d get the stitches in her arm wet. His hands were just as gentle as he separated the strands of her hair in the water, rinsing the conditioner away. She got a little lightheaded from the heat of the water and his touch, and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was so tall she felt his hot, hard dick pressing against her stomach. She wanted it lower.
    “He hasn’t killed me yet,” she said. “His excuse is that I’ll do it myself with my crazy stunts one of these days.”
    “Do you go on high-speed chases a lot?” Ty asked, reaching around her and turning off the water.
    She shook her head. “First one,” she offered apologetically. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?” She lifted her arms up and Ty wrapped a towel around her middle.
    “Most fun I’ve had in a long time,” Ty agreed. “But if you don’t do it very often, what do you do? Are you undercover a lot?”
    “First time for that, too,” she said cheerfully. “Fact is, I’m assigned to Burglary, not Vice. But Tater Sullivan came on to me in a bar about a week ago when I was off duty. I told him he couldn’t afford me and walked away, just goofing off, you know? Next day Johnny called me and asked for a favor. Last night was the favor. They needed someone inside to make the bust and I already had an in.”
    “You were good,” Ty said. “I thought you were a hooker.”
    “You say the sweetest things,” she told him. He was drying himself off as she put leave-in conditioner on her hair and admired the scenery in the mirror. He looked up with a smile and she chose that moment to drop the towel. “Your reward is this pussy. Come on, stud.”
    Ty laughed and threw his towel down on the floor next to hers. “I’m beyond ready to claim my reward. I think I’ve earned it.”
    “Not yet,” she said. “But you will.”
    Ty grabbed her around the waist from behind and lifted her off her feet, carrying her out the bathroom door while she forced a laugh. For some reason his hold made her think of Tater tonight, with his hands all over her. She shook the feeling off, focusing on the way he smelled like her strawberry body wash, and how big and muscular and warm his arms were. “Which way?” Ty asked.
    “Thataway,” she said, pointing to