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a common thread. They ranged in age from twenty-seven to sixt y, all had different professions—a school teacher, a mechanic, flight attendant, and Susan, a retired nurse. A sexual motive was highly unlikely given the fact there were three women and one man and all remained fully dressed .
    Becca startled, her coffee sloshed up the sides of her cup and splashed the front of her shirt. The rumble of a motorcycle pulling in her driveway stole her attention.
    “Shit. Who can that be?” She rushed out her back door to find a tall guy climb ing off a sweet - looking Road Glide. If he’s my new partner, maybe having one won’t be so bad after all.
    He released his shoulder - length brown hair from the confines of a ponytail and removed his sunglasses . “You must be Becca. I’m Randy . I believe you ’ re expecting me?” He offered his hand and narrowed his gaze on her.
    Oh God, it can’t be him. She feigned interest in his bike, purposely avoiding contact. “Of course, I wasn’t expecting you on a motorcycle.”
    He shrugged and hung his helmet from the handlebars. “Chief Thomson figured you’d be much more comfortable riding. Besides, it ’s a good cover, don’t you think?” His slow smile and arched brow made her wince.
    Damn, he recognizes me. Becca quickly turned and headed for the house, desperately needing to put some distance between them. “ C ome in and we’ll go over the case .”
    Randy chuckled lightly . “Nice to see you again, too.”
    She flinched , very aware his comment warranted a response. I have to work with him or I’m off the case. How the hell am I going to pull this off?
    Randy closed the door behind him.
    “Oh!” Her hand flew to her chest.
    “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
    Becca faced the counter. “Coffee?”
    “Black, please.” A chair scraped the floor and then creaked under his weight.
    She briefly closed her eyes before setting a steaming mug of coffee in front of him. Her breath hitched as he gently touched her arm.
    “Red.”
    “You must have me confused with someone else.” She pulled away and sat at the other side of the table. “Here are the crime scene photos.”
    “I know you recognize me, Red.”
    Becca looked at him. “Listen, I need to find this killer, and in order for me to do so, I have to work with a partner. I can’t focus on this case if I’m distracted by you.”
    “So what you’re saying is that you want me to forget that night ever happened? I don’t know if I can do that, especially since you’ve haunted my dreams ever since.”
    Becca cursed the heat rushing to her face. “Okay, maybe we can’t put it completely out of our minds, but can we please try to keep our focus on solving this case?”
    “If that’s what you want I’ll try, Red.”
    His sexy smirk set her pulse racing. “And stop calling me Red. I have a name.”
    The sexual tension between them made it very hard for her to focus, but they managed to go over the case. Randy agreed with her that the victims had nothing in common, and while the killer’s methods were consistent, there were two variations in each case : the type of flower and the object stuffed in their mouths.
    “I think our first step is to track down the source of the flowers. They’re not something your average florist shop keeps in stock. In fact, a couple of them have to be special ordered.”
    He stroked his jaw. “Or he grows them himself.”
    Becca nodded. “Yes, that’s a definite possibility . We should check out stores in the area first.”
    “Sure, we’ll tell them we’re planning our wedding.”
    His lopsided grin brought a smile to her lips. “If you’ll excuse me for a minute, I’ll meet you at the bikes.”

    Randy hung onto the railing and expelled a long breath. How am I going to be her partner when all I want to do is replay the incredible night we shared so long ago?
    She locked her back door and without giving it a second thought, he took her in his arms and