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whispered through a put on smile. “Or at least he was here a short time ago.” They continued with pleasant, casual conversation and allowed their noses to do the work.
    Kelli said her goodbyes and headed back to her patrol car.
    Marty stepped in front of Rose. He rested his forearms on her shoulders and clasped his hands behind her head, bringing their foreheads to rest together.
    She didn’t protest the sudden closeness this time. First, because making a scene now would draw unwanted attention to them and second, it felt good to be close to him. Really good. She gazed into his eyes, blue as topaz, and framed with thick, long lashes.
    “You can’t go storming off after him, it’s too obvious. He’ll just disappear and we’ll be right back at square one. Play along and let me scan the area to see if he’s still here and which direction we should go.”
    He brushed the tips of their noses together as he spoke. The warmth of his breath enveloped her like a cocoon and stirred sensations in her body she had denied for far too long. But she had to focus on the job at hand.
    “It seems to me, Mr. Brown, you are taking advantage of this whole situation. What was the big idea with that move back in the office?” She pressed closer to his body and slid her hands around his waist. Two could play this game. She’d never admit how she responded to his touch but she could damn well enjoy it while it lasted.
    “We never identified ourselves as PI’s, so I figured it best for that detail to stay confidential. We may not seem as threatening if we’re just concerned family in search of our poor, lost, little lamb.”
    His lips brushed hers as he continued and Rose almost lost her last ounce of control. The muscles low in her stomach clinched. A vision of a deepened kiss, less clothing, and her legs locked around his waist skated through her mind.
    Wait. She blinked several times to bring herself back to reality. She couldn’t give in to the urges pulsing through her body. She had to focus on the job. She drew in a calming breath. “Um, have you found out where he is?”
    He kept his attention on her and with a sly smile creeping across his face, nodded slowly. “He’s gone.”
    “How long have you known this?” She inhaled again and filled her lungs. His scent was light spice, one now, forever embedded in her memory.
    “About . . . ten minutes,” he confessed.
    “And we’re still standing here like this because . . .?” Deep down she was frustrated they were wasting time but she admitted to herself, she enjoyed the warmth radiating between their bodies.
    “Do I really have to answer that?” He closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath, his nostrils flared slightly. Their scent told the story. Desire hung heavy around them. There was no mistaking it. Neither could deny their craving.
    “We need to go.” She attempted a determined declaration but found it difficult to get her own feet in gear.
    “Back to my place?”
    She detected more than a hint of anticipation in his voice. The word yes hung on the tip of her tongue but Wendy’s face flashed in her head and she bit back the answer she so wanted to give him. Instead, she replied, “Memphis. We have a name and a location now. We should go, unless you’d rather part ways and resume individual investigations.” She closed her eyes to commit this moment, these sensations to memory. Many she would surely like to revisit.
    “No way. We’ve got the makings of a good team here. Besides, you still don’t have Vinny’s scent.” He stepped closer, making it hard for her to be rational but he was right. The only way she could identify Vinny was by sight. Having his scent memorized would increase the chances of finding him in a crowd. The decision was made. They would go on to Memphis together.
    The heat sizzling between them increased several degrees. She would need major willpower to resist this urge. How am I going to face the seven-hour drive in a tight space