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Ben.
    Just to make sure, she asked, “Did you let him hit you just so I would have something to charge him with?”
    Dixon made a start on standing up but James pushed him to the ground again. He turned to her again. “No, I was entertaining the idea of masochism, but it turns out I’m not a fan.” The blood continued to gush from above his eye. His shirt was now soaked through with scarlet patches. Despite looking like a crime scene, James smiled.
    Her gaze trained on his full lips. She had not noticed before how full his bottom lip was or the way when he smiled the way half of his face raised that bit higher, making him look mischievous and cheerful at the same time, almost playful. She watched mesmerised as his lips relaxed back. She forced herself to raise her eyes and return his gaze.
    “Jesus, your eye.” Megan looked in her purse for something to mop up the fast torrent. All she could find was a sanitary towel and wadded up paper towels from wiping down equipment at the gym. She unwrapped the pad and pressed it to his eye.
    “Cheers,” he said with the faintest smile. It was a simple movement, his mouth rising slightly at one side again, but it made her stomach flip.
    “No, thank you,” she said. She had not intended to whisper but her voice failed her. Suddenly she saw him as a man, not a reporter, just an unfathomably hot man who had done the first decent thing she had seen all day. And she didn’t even care why he had done it because it had righted a wrong that she could not. A searing heat crept across her chest, and lower still, into her belly.
    She gave her head a terse shake. She could not remember the last time she had had that feeling, and it unsettled her. Her sex life had taken a nose dive since she married Ben. He never asked her to stop seeing people; quite the opposite, he positively encouraged her to have sex. Ben said she was nicest after a good meal and a good fuck. But fear of exposing Ben had prevented her from having sex for the last few years. She thought back. No, the last time she had sex was the night before her wedding. An old boyfriend had been passing through New York, and she had met him for drinks. No. Had it really been five years?
    She could not think about that now. She had to deal with Dixon. “I need to call the police and then I think we should get you to the hospital.”
    “I’m fine. Head wounds bleed a lot. Nothing to worry about.” He spoke with authority and it made her wonder about other times he had taken a blow to the head, or perhaps delivered one. Normally she would recoil at the thought of violence, but strangely she was not bothered. She felt…safe.
    “It would help my case if an ambulance took you to the hospital. And stitches would really help,” she pressed. She wanted Dixon to go away for a good long time.
    “Woman, it is a scratch,” he said in exasperation, but he was already dialling 911.
    “Tell them you’re with me. The boys in blue like me,” she smiled. She had a good working relationship with the police department. She knew as a prosecutor to always keep law enforcement onside. And on a personal level, she would always be grateful to the police. Growing up, they had saved her more times than she wanted to remember.
    “Really? I don’t really see you as the friends type.” His tone was noncommittal, hard to tell if he was insulting her or just giving on honest assessment of the situation. He was both right and wrong on that count. She had many friends on the most superficial level, but no one really knew her, other than Ben.
    Before she could respond, his call went through.
    “Hi, this is James Emerson. I’m with Megan McCoy. I need to report an incident.” He took a breath and rolled his eyes before he added. “Also I’ll need an ambulance.” His tone indicated that it pained him to make the request.
    She could not help but smile; there was nothing sexier than a man making a sacrifice. As a whole, they did it so rarely.
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