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rights to require proof the child is actually yours.”
    “You’re right, and that’s what I’ll do tomorrow.” He looked down at the floor and then back at her. “What does this mean for us?”
    “What does what mean?”
    “I’d understand if this was too much for you. We haven’t been together that long—”
    Christina placed her hands on his face and kissed the words right off his lips. “We’ve been together just long enough that your problem is my problem, and we’ll figure it out together.”
    “Really?” His expression was so rife with relief that Christina would’ve laughed if the situation hadn’t been so serious. And here she had worried all day that he’d had enough of her.
    “Really.” She ran her fingers through his hair and guided his mouth back to hers. Running her tongue gently over his bottom lip, she coaxed him into participating in the kiss.
    A groan rumbled through him as his arms tightened around her. “I thought you’d be so pissed. I was afraid to tell you.”
    “It happened a year ago. It’s got nothing to do with me or us.”
    “And if I do have a son?”
    “Then I guess we’ll have to get a couple of cribs—one for your place and one for mine.”
    He shifted her under him on the sofa and looked down at her, his eyes hot with desire and relief. Even though he was so much bigger than her, he never handled her with anything other than total gentleness.
    “I hate that you tortured yourself this way all day.” She massaged the tension from his neck and shoulders. “Next time something is bothering you, will you just tell me so we can figure it out rather than stewing in silence?”
    “I’m not used to having someone to work things out with.”
    “Well now you do, so you’d better get used to it.”
    He flashed the sexy, dimpled smile that got him anything he wanted from her. “I love it when you get all bossy with me.”
    “Is that so?” she asked with the coy grin that usually had the same effect on him.
    “You know it is.”
    Bringing his head down close to her lips, she whispered a two-word order in his ear.
    His eyes widened with shock and then heated with passion. His lips came down hard on hers, and as she wrapped her arms around him, Christina wanted to weep with relief and joy that he had confided in her. Then his lips found her neck at the same instant his fingers closed around her nipple, and she ceased to think at all.
     
    Lindsey McNamara joined Sam outside the interrogation room.
    “What’ve you got?” Sam asked the pretty, redheaded medical examiner.
    “Nothing new quite yet. As soon as we’re done here, I’ll get started on the autopsy.”
    “I’m going to talk him into giving up a DNA sample. You’ve got the kit with you?”
    Lindsey held up the long swab used to collect a buccal sample. “Ready.”
    Sam glanced at her watch. Ten-thirty. Nick was watching from observation, and she still hoped they could salvage a bit of their romantic evening. “Let’s get this done.”
    Inside the room, Senator Lightfeather startled out of his daze when the two women entered. “Senator, this is Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Lindsey McNamara. May I have your permission to record this interview?”
    He nodded and waved his hand in agreement.
    “Before we begin, I need to advise you of your rights in this matter.” Sam ran through the Miranda warning. “Do you understand your rights as I have explained them?”
    “Yes,” he said, sounding broken and despondent.
    “I want to be clear. We can charge you at any time with failing to immediately report Regina’s murder to proper authorities. Calling your colleague whose fiancée happens to be a cop smacks of you trying to cover your own ass. However, if you cooperate with our investigation, I’ll speak to the assistant U.S. attorney about waiving those charges. Do you understand?”
    Lightfeather granted her a small nod. “I get it.”
    Sam pushed a piece of paper she’d prepared earlier across the