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one he thought about long before walking into Sal’s every week, and
long after leaving. That would be the tall, willowy brunette quietly standing
behind the bar, dark eyes wide. Watching me .
    Watching everyone. Eve Wilson reminded him of a doe,
head always up. Always aware. He wondered what had happened to make her that
way. There was a fragility, a vulnerability her eyes didn’t always mask.
Whatever had happened, it had been bad.
    Which hadn’t taken a detective to figure out. Up until
six months ago, she’d borne a visible mark of past violence, a scar on her
cheek. Rumor had it that a surgeon had worked magic with his knife, because now
it was barely visible. Rumor also had it that the black leather choker she wore
around her neck covered another scar, much worse.
    Noah had lost count of the number of times he’d been a
mouse click away from finding out what had put that wary guard behind the
façade of calm. But he hadn’t. He wanted to believe he respected her privacy,
but knew he didn’t want to know. Because once he knew, it would change…
everything. The knowledge rattled him.
    Conversely, very little seemed to rattle Eve, even the
clumsy advances of drunken customers. More than once in the last year Noah had
been tempted to come to her aid, but she always managed—either on her own or
with the help of one of the other cops.
    The men took care of her. They liked her. They lusted
after Callie, but liked Eve, which left Noah grimly reassured. He would’ve had
a much harder time sitting with his damned tonic water week after week had it
been the other way around, because long before he walked in every week and long
after he left, he wanted her. But he had only to look at the mugs of beer and glasses
of liquor surrounding him to know he couldn’t have everything that he wanted.
Some things, like Eve, were best left untouched.
    However difficult she was to rattle, Eve had been
startled tonight. Her dark doe eyes had widened. Flared to life. And for that
undefended split second, his heart stumbled, the hunger in her eyes stroking
the ego he’d tried so hard to ignore. But he’d come to get Jack. And it didn’t
matter anyway. That Eve was interested didn’t negate any of the reasons he’d
vowed to keep his distance. If anything, it underscored them.
    He pulled his eyes back to Callie, who still stood in
front of him, studying him. “Eve thought you might want something to keep you
warm when you went back out,” she said, shivering in a skimpy black dress that
left little to the imagination.
    “Tell her I appreciate it. You should get away from
the door. You’ll catch cold.”
    Callie’s smile was self-deprecating. “The things we
women do for fashion.”
    Looking over his shoulder, Noah watched Callie take
the other cup she held to Jack. She spared his partner no conversation, simply
leaving the cup on the table. Jack wouldn’t have heard her anyway. He was
soothing Katie, who was pouting because he had to leave. Noah bit back what he
really wanted to say, about both Katie’s pout and Jack’s idiotic song and dance
about no cell phone reception in the bar.
    Noah pulled out his own phone. Just as he’d thought,
strong reception. He wasn’t sure if Jack believed his own excuses, thought Noah
was stupid enough to believe them, or just didn’t care if anyone believed him
or not. Regardless, Noah was going to have to report him soon. Jack had missed
too much work.
    The thought of turning in his own partner made him
sick. When Jack focused, he was a damn good cop. If he could just keep his fly
zipped, there would be no issue.
    “Noah. Over here.” His cousin Brock was waving from
his table along the far wall. “You found him, I see,” Brock said quietly when
Noah approached.
    Noah nodded. “I need his eyes on the scene.” He
thought about Martha Brisbane, still hanging from her ceiling, eyes wide open.
“This is going to be a bad one.”
    “Call if you need me.” Brock glanced to the bar