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about eight months ago.” Rick rolled his shoulders. The direction of their conversation was making him uncomfortable. He didn’t even want Andy to know where to find Indiana. How the hell did one small woman get so deeply embedded under his skin?
    “I’ll have to check it out. You still meeting us at the bar tonight?”
    “Oh yeah, that’s the plan. I have an afternoon appointment, but my evening is clear. We still on for the same time?”
    His neck muscles relaxed in relief. He wasn’t sure what was going on between him and the woman. Every time he was within touching distance, he felt a current of energy surge between them, like fingers kneading his skin. When she was working on his tat, every touch was sweet torture. It was as if the slight brushes had a direct line to his cock. His erection grew like a puppet guided by a master. She would have finished the work a week ago if he hadn’t kept squirming in the chair. Indiana would gaze at him through narrowed eyes. His shaft hardened as he continued to think about the way her hands felt on his skin.
    Men snickered around them.
    “Guy, you were my partner for years and I will happily take a bullet for you, but I think you know I don’t swing that way.” Andy dipped his head up and down in an exaggerated motion.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” Rick grumbled as he nonchalantly adjusted his rod. “You’re too ugly to make my dick hard.” He turned away quickly to hide his embarrassment.
    “Get the fuck out of here. Must be something about me you like,” Andy called after him. Rick half-twisted around and Andy struck a pose. He stuck out a leg and wiggled his ass, then puckered his mouth and touched his bottom lip with his index finger. Gently he swung his head back and forth. “You know you want this ass. I’m the best you’ll ever have…”
    Some of their friends burst out in laughter around them.
    He couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s antics. “Kiss my ass, Andersen.”
    “I’m trying, big boy. I am trying,” Andy replied in a high-pitched voice.
    Rick shook his head in amazement at his old partner. He needed to jump in the shower and follow up a few leads on his latest case. Later, he had an appointment with Indiana to finish what she started.
    A tremor of anticipation rippled through his core. He gripped the ends of the towel and moved toward the locker room at a brisk pace. It was her body; he wanted to go deep and make her scream in delight as he locked her ankles behind her head.
    Rick exhaled. That was it—an animal attraction he wasn’t sure how long he could deny, even if he wanted to.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Indiana put the phone down in the cradle after confirming with the babysitter that the kids were okay. After a little clean-up, she could lock up and head home.
    She peered over at the door; the deadbolt was in place. Marty must have locked it when he’d left earlier. She gazed down at the desk calendar, Dick the cop hadn’t shown up for his final appointment.
    Softly, she tapped her fingers on the paper. He was a policeman; maybe he got a call. People missed their appointments for various reasons, she reminded herself. She dragged her fingers across the paper as she turned away.
    There were still a few chores to do, like putting away the ink and setting all their instruments up for sterilization. Indiana also liked to wipe down all the chairs, counters, and trays down with diluted bleach before she left, even if the other artist told her they’d already done it. It was better to be safe than sorry. She reached under the stand and pulled out the cleaner.
    Insistent banging made the glass insert rattle in the door. She released the neck of the bottle and wrapped her fingers around the bat lying on the floor at her feet. The cops had kept her metal one for evidence, but first chance she got, she picked up a new one, a solid wood Louisville slugger.
    Knocking replaced the furious battering. She flicked